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Summary: This wasn’t just a stress response. There had been seeds of this in Nate’s psyche long before things had gone to shit here in the desert. Since that first meeting, Nate always kept Brad in his line of sight. His situational awareness always included Brad’s position.

12 stories about finding meaning in a meaningless war.

Brad/Nate. Rated E. 7800 words.

100.

Day 1, Oceanside. Nate was stiff from the flight. Deep purple bruises earned at jump school ached on his hip and shoulder.

He checked in with Command, dropped his duffel at his temporary bunk, and was out the door in his PTs. Under the 5 and down to the beach, he ran until his body was loose and hot.

Later, in the showers, a tall, blond man nodded approvingly toward the fresh, raw marks along Nate’s left clavicle, tapping his own faded scars. Nate’s jump school pinning hadn’t yet healed. A thin trickle of red washed away under the spray.

200.

“That's a low priority to pass on?”

The muscles of Nate's forehead and brows bunched into a scowl. His frustrated words about his CO’s ineptitude were out of line. He knew it, but saying them aloud was a pressure-relief valve that kept his sanity intact.

“Personal feelings, sir,” Brad said, echoing Nate's chastisement of him only minutes earlier. His smirk was audacious.

The commiseration and, indeed, Brad's sass were appreciated. Peak comedy, Nate thought, was an inside joke revisited at just the right moment. Brad grinned broadly at the eyeroll Nate failed to fully suppress.

Speaking of safety valves. Turns out Brad is an effective one.

Still, it took a while for Nate to realize how tense his fingers were on the butt of his M16. Bravo Two was tight, competent. They could handle the lack of armor crossing the breach point. They'd be alert. They were trained to adapt to the unexpected.

He flexed his hand, loosening his grip. Nothing good comes from perseverating.

“Hitman Two Actual, this is Two One Alpha. Interrogative.”

Brad's voice came over the radio. Nate blinked away the unproductive tension in his gut and picked up the handset.

“This is Two Actual. Send it.”

300.

It was not surprising in the least.

From behind Two-Three’s vehicle, Nate saw it clearly: Brad apologized to Baptista for overreacting on comms.

It was an olive branch extended to repair a relationship. It was for the morale of the platoon. It was to put things right between himself and a colleague. And it was obviously what Brad Colbert would do in this situation. Of course he would apologize.

He continued to both surprise and not surprise Nate. Absent in him was the typical Marine hypermasculinity that dictated the posturing of other men. Brad had elevated himself above all of that. Nate wondered if it was a conscious decision. Probably not. Calm efficiency fit him too well. The intensity of the emotions in his eyes, however, showed the respect he had for their men and the Corps.

Nate watched him walk away and he wondered what Brad’s internal voice sounded like. Was it a stream of excerpts from the Art of War? Maybe it was Kierkegaard stripped of the religious aspects. Or was it simply staccato bursts of necessary info on the ROE? It was fascinating to imagine the way Brad’s mind worked.

Nate would never truly know, of course. Just like Nate’s own inner voice was unknowable to anyone else. They held their thoughts too close to their flak vests here. An icy veneer was mission critical (as evidenced by Dave’s cracking front and crumbling command of his team). It was impossible to imagine either Nate or Brad releasing their tight hold on their thoughts and verbalizing them, even under the blanket of night, even in the safety of Oceanside.

Nate blinked. He realized with a jolt where his thoughts were taking him. He drank from his canteen and shook it off.

He was glad Brad was his TL.

400.

“We're 30 klicks west-northwest of Basra, and 30 klicks south of Al-Kurna.” Nate gazed north over the marshy lowlands.

Brad was at his shoulder on the low berm. Nate had no doubt Brad had their map coordinates committed to memory. He had a natural eye for that kind of thing. An admirable skill.

Nate continued with his voice hardly over a whisper. The history of this place deserved that gesture of respect.

“Al-Kurna sits at the confluence of the Tigris and the Euphrates. It's the cradle of civilization. Sumer, Assyria, Babylonia. All of them right here.”

The reeds moved in the low breeze. Christeson was tapping out a beat on a fuel can while Stafford and Garza took turns sing-rapping verses of hip-hop songs Nate didn't know the names of.

“How many wars has this place seen over the millennia?” Nate mused.

“And now we perpetrate one more,” Brad observed.

Nate felt Brad's eyes on him momentarily. Or perhaps he imagined it. He didn't look to verify.

“Has Poke been proselytizing within your earshot?” Brad asked. He sounded amused. “He was saying something similar back at Matilda.”

Nate grinned. He hadn’t heard anything from Espera on this topic, but it didn’t surprise him that he would have opinions on the matter.

“Did you know the wheel was likely invented in this area?” Nate asked.

“Humvee tires leaving tread marks in the wake of donkey carts. A noble legacy.”

“Noble.” Nate tried the word in his own mouth. A week ago it would have tasted better.

A few moments spent in the dusk’s dwindling light. The history here weighed heavily on him. They owed this place a debt of gratitude.

“Brad, we just waved them off,” Nate breathed. “Trucks of armed men and we waved them off because they weren't uniformed. The whole of our observations… the trucks, the weapons, their posture. They were irregulars, but they were combatants.”

Now Brad’s gaze was definitely on him. Nate hazarded a look and found Brad studying him.

“Clearly Command hasn't heard your history lesson, sir,” Brad said with a smirk in his voice. “Or they did and were distracted by the Whore of Babylon analysis I assume you included.”

Nate looked down at his feet to obscure his grin. “Al-Kurna has an old jujube tree that is purported to be the Tree of Knowledge from the Garden of Eden.”

“Like I said: whores.”

500 .

“Hey, LT,” Gunny said, rousing Nate from his sleep.

Nate had no idea how long he’d been asleep for. He was lucky to grab an hour of shut eye per day. It wasn’t sustainable, but it was what he got.

It was still dark. The moon was up. That was Nate’s only gauge of the current time. He’d sat down in his victor after the 2100 Zulu briefing with Trombley and the rest of Two One Alpha.

“Sorry to wake ya,” Gunny said softly.

Nate rubbed his hand across his face. “It’s fine.”

“That’s the thing. Not sure everything is fine.”

Nate jolted upright and started opening the door. Adrenaline took its accustomed place in Nate’s veins. “Did the boy not make it to shock-trauma?” Shit.

“Whoa, whoa,” Gunny soothed. “It’s not like that. We don’t have that word.” His face was soft, concerned.

Nate sat back in his seat. The tension hadn’t fully left his body. “What is it?”

Gunny clearly was parsing his words before speaking. He took a few moments to respond. “This is weighing on Brad. I haven’t seen him like this before.”

“Like what?”

“Less than mission ready.”

Nate’s eyebrows went high. “Thanks, Mike.” And he meant it.

Brad was on watch while the rest of his team slept under the cami net nearby. On the perimeter of the airfield tarmac, Nate walked over and stood next to him.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Brad eventually said.

“Your fairy godmother woke me up.”

“Hm.”

He left it at that for a long time. In the far distance, soundless flares of smoky explosions were a constant reminder of where they were. Above them, the night sky was cloudless. The platoon had gone to red lights at sunset for security, but it had the added benefit of making the stars vibrantly visible. The Milky Way angled from horizon to horizon. It was a momentary escape to take it in.

“Mars is up,” Nate said eventually, looking toward the faintly red planet twinkling up there.

“Hm?” Brad said. He appeared to try to follow Nate’s line of sight in the dark without success.

“Here,” Nate said. He moved to stand behind Brad, and he pointed over Brad’s right shoulder so he could sight off of Nate’s arm. “Do you see it?”

Brad’s body radiated warmth in the night air, a fraction of an inch from Nate’s. His cheek was close to Nate’s exposed wrist.

“I’ve got it now. Apt.”

“I thought so too,” Nate said, moving away to stand alongside Brad again.

“If we were living inside your history lecture, would Mars be a harbinger or a boon?” Brad asked.

Nate smiled. “I suppose that’s in the eye of the beholder.”

“Then I say it’s neither. Too superstitious. Can’t deny the poetry of it though.”

Silence surrounded them again. Nate thought it was less heavy than when he’d first joined Brad here.

“These are the moments I hope I remember from here,” Nate said quietly.

“Mm,” Brad concurred.

600.

“Sir,” Pappy asked, “has any thought been given to destroying the weapons and ordnance that are sitting over there?”

Nate nodded. “Actually, that did come up, but it seems the battalion's supply of C-4 is now unaccounted for. The battalion supply truck we left last night? It is a smoldering heap of twisted metal and failed hopes in the trustworthiness of the Iraqis we are striving so hard to liberate.”

Patrick’s left eyebrow rose, and then he shook his head in exasperation.

As Nate and Gunny walked away, he thought he heard Pappy say something to Lovell like, “The LT is starting to talk like Brad.”

“Espera,” Nate called. “Have Two One Bravo start resupplying the platoon from that cache.”

“On it, sir,” was the response.

“Mike, would you enlist Two Three to help on that? I need to make a pit stop.”

On his way to the designated latrine area behind the dilapidated hangar, Nate replayed his words in his mind. A smoldering heap of twisted metal and failed hopes. He had zero trouble imagining them coming out of Brad’s mouth. Maybe Pappy was right and Nate was taking on Brad’s cadence. Or maybe they’d always had this in common.

Nate came to a stop in the shade of the building, his thoughts sapping the momentum of his body.

He wondered suddenly what it would have been like to meet Brad at Dartmouth. It’s strange to imagine Brad anywhere without the sun beating down on him, let alone in the misty north end of the Appalachian Trail. But the idea of him in a rugby shirt or coming in from the cold of the ski slope wasn’t too hard to conjure up. Maybe Nate would’ve passed freshman chemistry if Brad had been in it with him, challenging him and mocking him with puns that included both Arrhenius and Aeschylus.

Or perhaps Nate would have met Brad in California instead. Nate in his early ‘90s Saab and Brad on his motorcycle, both parked at the climbing gym.

It’s fortunate you’re about to ascend this wall, Brad would have said, because the only option your liberal ass has when showing up in that piece of shit, socialist welfare state, pile of scrap, so-called car is to go up and out of the miserable existence you’ve clearly fallen pitifully into. And then he would have complimented Nate’s climbing form and how the harness framed his glutes just right.

“Deep thoughts, sir?” Brad appeared next to him in the Iraqi shade.

Nate had been so deep in his fantasy he hadn’t seen or heard him approach. His cheeks burned like he’d been caught saying all of those things aloud. It was like he’d been interrupted in the middle of a combat jack, the thought of which made him cough awkwardly.

Brad handed him his canteen, and then leaned his shoulder against the wall. He waited until Nate had taken a drink and handed the water back.

“Thank you, sir,” Brad said.

“For what,” Nate asked, a rasp of embarrassment still in his throat.

“Joining me and Mars on watch last night.”

Brad’s blue eyes were intense when Nate met them. Pale brows and lashes. Sun-reddened skin along his nose and cheekbones. The five o’clock shadow that Sixta would ream him out about if it didn’t get taken care of. A flicker of a thought of how it would scratch against Nate’s palm was shoved away before it fully formed in Nate’s mind.

“Did it help?”

Brad held their gaze intently. Nate’s heart thundered in his ears.

Finally, Brad gave a nod. “Very much.”

700.

“Where’s the line between insubordination and trying to manage upward?”

Nate asked the question rhetorically. He knew how the regulations defined insubordination: Willful disregard of a superior officer’s lawful order . Every Marine knew that definition. It was taken out of their hides from day one of boot camp and reminders of it happened every single day. Particularly in theater like they were now, the pecking order was clear.

When Captain Schwetje had invited the enlisted men to share their opinions with him, the only one with the fortitude to say what he was thinking was Doc. He got away with it on the technicality of the Captain asking for candid feedback, and on the fact that every Marine protects and respects their Corpsman, especially one as competent as Tim Bryan. No one else was going to feel safe from being NJP’d for disrespect of a commanding officer. Especially not when Schwetje asked for feedback in front of Griego’s opportunistic eyes.

But no one had asked Nate’s opinion on anything. Nonetheless, he was exerting his will in contradiction to his Captain’s orders again and again. In his core, Nate felt like he was making the best and safest choices for their platoon in their constantly non-ideal situations. But the Corps’ system wasn’t set up for Lieutenants to defy their Commanders. Not even in Recon, with its need to be nimble, where decisions were made on the fly, was flagrant insubordination ignored. Not even when one’s superior was arguably incompetent and the lawfulness of their orders could be questioned. Not even then.

Brad leaned against the front bumper of Nate’s humvee, contemplating Nate’s question. He bumped his shoulder against Nate’s and left it there.

“Fretting is unproductive,” he said reasonably. His directness was what Nate needed. “You can’t unfuck Encino Man, and you’re doing what this company needs you to do.”

“Tell that to Godfather.”

“I will if I have to.”

“No,” Nate said sharply. “This is my situation. I’m not getting the rest of you… I’m not getting you, Brad, mixed up in this. Let me take care of it.” Even broaching this topic with an E-5 was inappropriate, but this was Brad.

Brad exhaled, annoyed. After a thoughtful pause, he told a story.

“When I was a teenager, I took a job with the grounds crew for the county. Mowing lawns, planting flowerbeds, painting municipal buildings. It was mindless, but it paid well in a seventeen year old’s opinion. There was a team of us that worked together. Me and a couple of guys who went to the other high school in town. Our manager was this blustering, self-important guy in his thirties, constantly on a weird power trip. Spent a lot of time reminiscing about being a star football player.”

Brad gave Nate a meaningful look that was readily interpretable as Schwetje.

“At one point, both of the mowers we usually used were down for maintenance at the shop across town. Some guy on the county board had a shitfit about the baseball field’s grass being too long, ruining his runny-nosed brat’s T-ball game. Instead of getting between us and that board member, our manager let all of that stupidity roll down on us. All of us got fired the next day.”

Brad’s body was a long line of support next to him. Nate could hear the moral of the story coming.

“You, sir, are not that guy. You are shielding us from the worst of Command’s inanity. Hitman Three doesn’t have an LT like you, and they’re the worse for it. Every one of us will have your back because we know you have ours.” Brad’s voice crescendoed to the end of his parable.

Nate turned to look at Brad. They were too close, and Nate’s eyes flicked down to Brad’s mouth. It was only for a fraction of a second, but Brad caught the motion. Of course he did. Nate leaned back, turning to look forward again. Safe. Appropriate.

Brad didn’t chase him. How could he here? It was impossible. Nate wouldn’t compound his issues with Command by engaging in conduct unbecoming with his Team Leader.

Brad pressed his knee against Nate’s and left it there.

800.

“New map sheets,” Gunny called out to the team leaders.

Nate was already waiting for them at the hood of his victor. His flashlight was trained on the paper spread across the flat surface, tracing out the route they’d take at dawn.

The men arrayed themselves at Nate’s sides for the briefing. Brad stood furthest from Nate’s position and met his eyes with an intense look. The tiny hairs at the back of Nate’s neck prickled. It was fear, yes, but not fear of Brad. Rather, it was fear of what the look meant for them here.

Nate looked to the map for respite.

“Later today we’re pushing forward to here.” Nate put his index finger on the location on the map. “Goal in the 24 hours after that is to assault through to here.” He extended his middle finger to the second location.

Brad shifted. Nate glanced up. Brad’s focus was entirely on Nate’s hand and the map. His expression was unreadable in the low light.

“Take your copy back to your teams. Make sure your drivers know the route inside and out.”

Pappy, Lovell, and Espera grabbed their copies and headed back to their teams. Gunny went with them, quietly discussing tactics with Pappy as they walked.

Brad, however, lingered.

“Sir, a few questions about the AO,” he said.

His words were cover. Nate knew it. Nate responded in kind.

“Yes, Brad? Your team will be on point, so now’s the time to get any concerns addressed.”

Brad moved around to the front of the humvee, standing close to Nate’s right side.

“Here,” Brad said, pointing at a position near the MSR. “Am I to understand we’re pushing past this town without stopping? There is a school marked on this map, and Fedayeen has been holing up in schools. Should we recon it, sir?”

Nate slowly moved his own hand back to the map, placing his finger a hair’s breadth from Brad’s.

He cleared his throat. “I like your idea, Brad. I’ll run it past Godfather.”

“I have other thoughts I’d like to ask you about.” Brad’s voice was barely above a whisper.

He closed the distance between Nate’s finger and his own. Nate knew the touch was coming. Brad had telegraphed his intent. Still, the electric jolt of it cascaded unexpectedly through Nate’s entire body. He exhaled sharply.

“I’m open to that line of questioning, sure.”

Nate gently squeezed Brad’s index finger between his first and second fingers, scissoring around the length of it. Brad pressed his hips firmly against the front grill of the humvee, body taut.

“Is it our wisest option, sir?”

“Reconning first is always the wisest option.”

Brad’s thumb and forefinger felt the perimeter of Nate’s fingertip. The side of his thumb ran over the smooth flat of Nate’s nail. Nate clicked his red light off, throwing them into full darkness.

“As you say, sir, it’s good to be thorough.”

They stopped short of entwining their hands fully. Even here in the dark, there were constraints. Nate didn’t want constraints. He wanted his hands on more than Brad’s fingers.

Then Brad’s mouth was near Nate’s ear. His breath tickled Nate’s cheek when he said, “I remember when we first met. The showers at Pendleton. That bruise on your hip.”

Nate inhaled. Brad smelled like shaving cream, like he’d just done his daily ablutions. Nate imagined the feel of Brad’s smooth skin against his own, how it would feel against his neck. He was so close to that target as it was.

“It’s gotten me through many a dark night,” Brad rasped.

“Fuck,” Nate breathed. “Brad. I don’t know how to do things by halves.”

Brad chuckled. “I’m counting on that particular trait.”

Frustration lanced through Nate. He couldn’t touch Brad how he wanted. He couldn’t run his platoon how he wanted. He couldn’t trust his commanders like he wanted.

Was this a combat stress response? Shit.

No.

No, it wasn’t just a stress response. There had been seeds of this in Nate’s psyche long before things had gone to shit here in the desert. Brad was right. Since that first meeting, Nate always kept Brad in his line of sight. His situational awareness always included Brad’s position.

“Fuck,” Nate breathed again. He yanked his Sharpie from his vest and uncapped it with his teeth. Shoving up the cuff of Brad’s blouse, he scrawled an N on Brad’s right forearm in the dim light. It was barely recognizable as a letter.

They both knew it was a mark to stake a claim.

“Now you have my marked skin in your mind’s eye, and I have yours,” Nate hissed. “My initial will be there every time you touch your cock from here until the end of this fubar-ed op.”

Brad swallowed thickly. “Aye aye, sir.”

900.

Time expanded to infinity.

Nate could see every tracer like it was taking a Sunday stroll. A bullet ricocheted off Two One Alpha’s victor a mere foot from Nate’s shoulder, and it felt like it crawled past him. Every rivet in the tan armor was visible to him. Every round from Hasser’s Mark-19 put out a tongue of fire that lingered in front of the muzzle, each like a miniature dragon dancing in the moonlight. Strangest of all, the long, slow moments were silent, like Nate was living in a space beyond the speed of sound.

Time compressed into a second.

Faster than Nate could comprehend, an RPG exploded into the berm at his 6, and then another up ahead almost at the humvee wheels. A blinding cloud of dust came up and Nate had no idea if microseconds or minutes had elapsed.

“Back up and over the berm, then hard right. Clear a path,” he had yelled to Two Three.

He had dodged around shrapnel in the road to Two Two and had yelled the same. He knew he must have done it, but the slinky of time expanding and contracting had wiped it from his short-term memory.

It was seconds ago, minutes ago, years ago that Brad’s voice had calmly come over comms: “There are men in the trees.” It had been followed by the snap of his M4 firing, and by the sharp drop of Nate’s stomach. Brad’s vehicle was on point in an ambush.

The comms had awoken with yelled commands. All of them overlapped and became garbled in the firefight. Nate’s rifle was in his hands, against his shoulder, looking down the sight, finger pulling the trigger. The cacophony was profound. Training took over for every single one of Bravo’s men.

Two Two had a man go down. Nate couldn’t wait longer. They had to retreat. He ran into fire and lost time to the adrenaline.

Breathing took too long. Running took too long. He had to get to the vehicles in front and get them turned.

Finally, pressed against the side of Brad’s victor, time normalized. He had no idea how long it would stay this way, so he called out.

“Brad!”

“LT?”

Brad’s M4 paused. Through Reporter’s window, their eyes met. The look was anything but silent, but no words were exchanged. It was beyond language. Simply a feeling that said “ I had to…” or perhaps “Not before we...” or perhaps simply “This is my duty.”

A bullet pinged off the doorframe. The casing spun into Reporter’s lap and he yelped.

Nate awoke from the momentary hypnosis of Brad’s gaze. It had only lasted a millisecond.

“Go! Go! Ray, back and hard right. Go now!”

Nate sprinted after them, chasing the pop pop of Brad’s M4.

Gunny’s face was ashen when Nate returned to his vehicle. “Sir, that was fucking stupid. Thanks for doing it, but don’t do it again.”

Mike was right. It was stupid to run out into live fire. Stupid, but fully and completely necessary. Nate regretted nothing. He knew, though, that he’d crash from this flood of adrenaline eventually. Perhaps an hour from now, maybe two, Nate would feel nauseated or like his muscles were all jelly. He hoped they were through with this push when it happened. He couldn’t afford to be less than 100%. There was no way he was letting these guys down.

With Bravo Three between them and the bridge, Two regrouped.

Brad stepped out of his humvee, back rigid and fingers still tight on his rifle. The muscle in Nate's jaw twitched involuntarily. Overuse. Too much clenching of his teeth. They'd just survived an ambush. Muscle spasms were a victory.

“Why are you bleeding?”

Nate shone his red light at Brad. He clicked it again to make the light white. It was too bright, like a muzzle flash at midnight. He tugged Brad next to the canvas side of the supply truck.

“I’m not–” Brad looked down at his arms and legs, trying to spot evidence of an injury.

Nate pushed him upright and swiped a dusty thumb over Brad’s cheekbone. It came away red.

Brad’s fingers shot up, touching the place and looking at his own reddened fingers in the flashlight beam.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. Your eye is an inch from there, and I’m not planning on cas-evacing you today,” Nate said, annoyed.

“Doc,” Nate called, snagging the medic as he hurried by. “Hand me some gauze.”

“I’ll handle it, sir,” Doc replied, starting to divert to Brad’s aid.

Nate held out a hand to stop Doc’s change of direction. “Give me the gauze, Tim.”

Doc looked hard at Nate, and then at Brad. Brad’s eyebrows rose as Doc handed over the medical supplies.

“Clean it good, sir. It would be a shame if we had to amputate Colbert’s pretty face.”

“Copy that,” Nate said, setting to work cleaning the blood away from the scratch. He was making a mountain out of a molehill, yes, but this was his best TL.

For the second time tonight, time stood still. Brad let Nate tend to his wound. Nate used the time to forget about how fucked up the last seconds, minutes, hours had been. The feel of Brad’s cheekbone beneath his fingers was calming.

“Game face?” Brad asked when Nate smoothed an unnecessary butterfly bandage over Brad’s cut. “You ready?”

“Let’s go.”

1000.

“From an armchair in Iowa, assaulting that bridge would've seemed foolish. From where we stand on this roadside in Iraq, the lunacy of it will eat away at our confidence until we’re ineffective,” Nate said in a low voice.

Frustration oozed out of him. Saying these things aloud was necessary. He wished there were other lieutenants to vent with. His men shouldn’t have to bear the burden of Nate’s frustrations.

Gunny, Brad, and (surprisingly) Kocher stood in a tight cluster with him.

In his Texan twang, Gunny said simply, “It’s a goat fuck.”

Kocher spoke up. “You’re saying what we all think, sir. You’re just doing it in a measured way. Expressing legit concerns is a helluva lot different than…”

Clearly Kocher was reluctant to invoke Dave’s name in front of Nate. But Nate felt Dave’s unhinged panic hiding in himself too. The deeply buried urge to yell and break things to make it clear to someone, anyone how fucked up things have gotten.

“Look, I’m not here for you guys to blow smoke up my ass,” Nate said. “I’m not fishing for compliments.”

“In that case,” Brad grinned, “are you open to insults?”

Gunny pointed over his shoulder back toward their humvee. “I’ve got a whole list I’ve been making,” he said with a lopsided grin. “First on it is: Knows too goddamn many Dave Matthews songs.”

“Fuck all of you,” Nate chuckled. “And thanks. Have you guys eaten recently?”

“Have you?” Brad retorted. Brad’s righthand fingers tightened and released. Nate imagined his sharpied initial stretching and relaxing as Brad’s forearm muscles flexed.

“Good. Just what I need,” Nate replied with an eyeroll and a grin. “First Mike nags me about everything under the sun. Now you?”

“It’s because we both disrespect and despise you, sir,” Brad said with a wink.

The group broke, going to find their rations. Brad strolled back a few minutes later eating a makeshift peanut butter sandwich.

“What do you suppose Alexander the Great ate while he was conquering vast swaths of this fair country?”

“Figs. Flatbread. Fish,” Nate responded while he rummaged through his MRE. He pulled a bean and rice burrito out of nondescript brown packaging and ate it cold.

“Ah, yes, the Three F’s.”

“I’d be happy for anything fresh with a capital F,” Nate said. His MRE contained a fruit cup that reminded him of elementary school lunches. He hadn’t liked the texture of them then either. Still, the Vitamin C beckoned.

Brad chewed contemplatively. “Tabling the discussion of our presence here as a reflection of America’s imperialistic undertones, it’s interesting to think about how much territory Alexander the Great conquered in a matter of a few years.”

Nate wondered if Brad would be open to a discussion of American imperialism at another time, because Nate had thoughts on the matter.

“I read that priests told him not to enter Babylon that last time. Bad omens. He died there shortly thereafter,” Nate said.

“So, like ol’ Alex, we should’ve listened to our prognosticators? I prefer to think he disregarded their advice because it was superstitious bullshit.”

Nate nodded. “Agreed. Having Aristotle as one’s teacher effectively guarantees becoming a lover of logical thinking.”

Brad tipped some trial mix into Nate’s palm.

“I’ve always been more of a Plato fan,” Brad said. He popped a cashew into his mouth, followed by a raisin.

“What appealed about Plato?”

“ Logos , thymos , eros . Logic, spirit, desire.”

Nate raised his eyebrows in question.

Brad shrugged and ate another nut. “Feels like an Occam’s Razor explanation for the way humans work. Shit gets messy when the three get imbalanced.” He gestured around them to the barely armored humvees. “Case in point. This place is 99% thymos, and 0% logos.”

“And the other 1%?”

Brad looked intensely at Nate and didn’t answer. He tossed the remaining nuts in his mouth, smirked a little, and walked back to his team.

That was the most fulfilling meal Nate had eaten since California.

Later, after dark, Nate called Bravo Two together for a briefing. Schwetje’s message from Godfather had been received by Nate loud and clear: Both of them better get in line before they both got court-martialed. Nate cared more about his men's safety than his own, but he did have some level of self-preservation. And he still believed in the principles of the United States Marine Corps. He'd joined up because he wanted something transformative, something that might kill him, or leave him better and more capable. Nate was getting the message that this included humility.

Nate swallowed his misgivings and toed the line.

“What we did, running and gunning through those towns, was all part of the plan. Of all the Marines in the First Division, the General selected us to be the instrument of long range strategy. We led the feint to Al Kut. We tied down two Iraqi divisions, saved untold numbers of US soldiers. You should be proud.”

As the men parsed Nate's words, several skeptical looks were directed at him.

“Why didn't we go into Al Kut?” Garza asked. He wasn't the only one with the question. He was just the first to ask it

“The General's plan wasn't about taking the city. It was about making the Iraqis think we were going to take it. To be clear, the focus has always been Baghdad.”

“We did all this shit because we took a wrong turn?”

Grumbling was starting up

“Gabe, that's not what I'm saying.”

When he dismissed the meeting, he felt like he'd betrayed them. It was one thing telling Godfather a white lie about exploding espresso makers. It was another thing entirely feeding his platoon a bunch of psy ops.

Brad left with a scowl.

Later still, thymos won over logos when Griego usurped Nate's command and fucked with Two’s men. Nate had never thrown a punch out of anger, and here he was, on the precipice.

Brad's wolfish, hungry smile at Nate as he walked away was much more validating.

1100.

Baghdad was as much of a clusterfuck as anywhere else they’d been.

Entering the city, civilian life looked strangely normal. Produce sellers, tea drinkers, and cigarette smokers just watched as the company drove through their streets, like circus wagons had just rolled into town and Recon was the strange sideshow. A day earlier, Nate would've been apoplectic with so many people so close to their vehicles. Muwaffaqiyah was too fresh in his memory.

They were billetted at a cigarette factory formerly owned by Saddam’s sons. The concrete structure gave a sense of safety, like they’d entered the walls of a fort. Castle towers reached to the sky around them. But Navy sniper rifles cracked every few minutes, a car bomb sent smoke billowing up by the front gate, and One Five was shooting helicopter-deployed missiles into nearby highrises.

The city looked normal at first blush, but SNAFU was a better description. Situation Normal: All Fucked Up.

When night soon fell, Brad circled around to Nate’s vehicle.

“Sir,” he said quietly, tapping Nate’s shoulder to rouse him from the early stages of sleep.

“Am I dreaming?” Nate asked groggily.

Brad huffed. “Of me? Not this time, sir. May I have a word?”

“Sure,” Nate said, opening the door and stepping out. He rolled his shoulders to stretch. “What is it?”

“In private, sir?”

Nate was immediately alert. He searched Brad’s face in the low light. All he could make out were the downturned corners of his mouth. This wasn’t a flirtatious housecall. Brad needed something serious.

“Of course,” Nate replied.

They walked inside the factory, away from where the humvees were parked and away from the sleeping Marines, away from the perimeter surveillance. Nate led Brad into the room he’d briefed the platoon in, up some stairs to what appeared to be a manager’s office. Blinds on the windows and a lock on the door were useful. Nate engaged both and then clicked his flashlight to red mode and put it on the desk.

Harsh shadows turned Brad’s furrowed eyebrows into deep black lines on his forehead.

“I am requesting mast on behalf of Eric Kocher and Daniel Redman,” Brad said formally. His shoulders drew back until his back was perfectly rigid.

“Fuck,” Nate breathed. “OK. Yes.” The ramifications started spooling through his mind.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this, but I can’t let this go. What’s happening to them is not right.”

Nate rubbed his forehead, squeezing his temples. “It’s fine. We’ll figure it out. We’ll read Gunny in, then take it up to Schwetje as a unified front. It’ll work.”

Nate looked back at him. Brad’s face bore too many expressions to fully interpret. Gratitude, anger, regret.

“Goddamn it,” Brad said, clearly frustrated. Not at Nate, but at the situation they found themselves in. “I did not sign up for the Marines to get wrapped up in politics. How did we get here? Two fucking incompetent COs and an Ops Chief who spends every waking minute stirring the pot. This is Recon. We’re 0321s. Nate,” he exhaled hard, getting himself under control. “Sir, if this will endanger your position, I’ll go directly to Schwetje for mast.”

The thought had indeed crossed Nate’s mind. Putting himself into the middle of this even as a nominally neutral party was a sticky situation. Schwetje would throw all of them under the bus at Griego’s urging just to keep his own head above water. Loyalty among officers felt… like it should be real, even though Nate felt more loyalty to the enlisted men he commanded than he did to the command structure.

“I honestly have no idea how this will play out. Every time I think I know which way the wind is blowing, it switches. It’s like pounding in tent stakes during a shamal.”

They locked eyes then, remembering the dust storm that ripped through Matilda. Their shared memory of Schwetje digging his rucksack and bedroll out of a foot of yellow sand was too amusing to ignore. Both of them snorted, and then laughed, and then were doubled over with guffaws. These were the laughs one has when there is nothing left to do but laugh.

Brad clapped Nate on his shoulder as they gasped for breath.

“I needed that,” Nate said.

Brad nodded. “Me too.” His hand remained on Nate’s shoulder.

Nate wished he could see Brad’s face this close without hiding in the dark. He put his hand on Brad’s arm.

“I don’t know if I can solve Kocher and Redman’s problem, but I’ll try.”

“I know,” Brad said quietly. “You’re the only thing here that I have complete faith in.”

Nate stepped closer. “That’s a tall order, Brad.”

“Not for you it isn’t.” Brad’s breath whispered along his skin.

Fractions of an inch separated their lips. Nate’s fingers curled into Brad’s sleeve. His other hand gripped at the webbing of Brad’s belt at his hip. One of Brad’s fingers had found the skin at Nate’s collar. The feel of his skin on Nate’s made him gasp and push into the touch.

This position was compromising, but it gave plausible deniability. They weren’t so entangled that discovery would mean credible evidence for a DADT discharge. Nate hated that regulations were front of mind now of all times. But he couldn’t deny that the added tension made this feel so much more intense.

Brad panted hot and damp across Nate’s lips. Nate pushed his thumb inside the waistband of Brad’s pants and rubbed circles into the firm flesh he found there.

Their noses bumped together, but never their mouths. The air gap between them heated from their proximity, but they didn’t let themselves advance. It was their Rubicon.

Nate slid his hands around Brad’s body, pressing against Brad’s lower back, feeling the curve descending to his ass. He imagined the flex and push of those muscles if they fucked. He imagined the long expanse of Brad’s pinked, sweat-glistening skin.

Their cheeks slid together. The faintest hint of stubble grabbed on stubble. In the crook of Brad’s neck, he smelled of baby wipes and dust and musk.

Below, in the warehouse, voices rose up. A patrol.

Still they didn’t push apart. They held onto each other more firmly for another heartbeat, and another, and another.

Finally, Brad stepped back. Even in the red light, his cheeks were clearly burning as intensely as his eyes were. He slowly and conspicuously adjusted himself in his pants and hungrily watched Nate do the same.

Nate didn’t know if he could have this – have Brad – but he was sure as hell going to try.

1200.

The human mind’s quest for equilibrium will smooth the edges off threats and thrills alike.

Nate wasn’t an adrenaline junkie. He knew people who skied backcountry trails, free climbed, dove with sharks. He simply joined the Marines, a wholly different type of thrill-seeking. By the time they had Baghdad in their rear views, Nate’s body and mind were strung out on too much adrenaline for far too long. The edges had been smoothed off everything. He felt thin and papery and beyond ready to be done with the frustrations of this place.

He was glad to have his feet back on Californian soil. The safety of home meant some of the excitement of living could outcompete OIF’s ever-present thrill of death via ambush.

He gave himself a week before he knocked on Brad’s apartment door.

Brad was barefoot and in board shorts. His left hand curled over the top of the door and he grinned broadly in welcome.

“I was wondering when you’d come to finish the job.”

Nate smiled. “Finish it? I’m here to get it properly underway.”

“Don’t let me interfere with a well-conceived plan.” He stood aside and gestured Nate inside.

Nate could feel Brad’s eyes on his ass as he toed off his sandals and walked into the kitchen, depositing a grocery bag on the counter.

“You did a supply run? Let me guess: no adult diapers or baby wipes this time.”

“Very astute assumption.” Nate began pulling every vet’s luxury – fresh fruit – out of the bag. “I brought the F’s.”

“Nutrition is of utmost importance for stamina.” Brad pulled two beers from the refrigerator and handed Nate one.

Talking would be required at some point. Nate wasn’t going to re-up (which he hadn’t revealed to anyone yet), but Brad was a career Marine and Don’t Ask Don’t Tell would be a part of his professional life for the foreseeable future. Nate didn’t know if Brad wanted a one-night stand or a quiet relationship. Either way, the conversation would happen later.

Nate took a long drink of beer. Brad watched him, and Nate watched him right back.

“Shower?” Nate asked, by way of starting the proceedings.

Brad reached out slowly for Nate’s hand. This was something they’d skirted. A touch like this would bind them to each other. Clearly he was giving Nate time to divert if it was still off the table. The opportunity for an out was appreciated, but Nate was here for a reason. No flinching at this point. Brad’s fingers hooked around Nate’s and tugged.

“This way,” Brad said.

In the last week, Nate had spent hours in his own bath. The dirt of war needed time to fully wash away. Perhaps that’s why he suggested this as their first encounter. It would feel like a luxury, and it might feel like a clean start, free of all the shit that made their time in Iraq hard.

Brad pulled his shirt over his head in a smooth motion, abandoning it on the bathroom counter. He reached into the shower to turn on the water, letting it warm. The glass of their beer bottles clinked when Brad took both and placed them on the high windowsill inside the shower.

As he did, Nate began unbuttoning his shirt. Some day, Nate hoped, he’d undress for Brad and it would be an intentionally slow tease. Now Nate’s pace was slow simply because it felt good to be unhurried.

Brad’s keen eyes drank in the motion of Nate’s fingers. As the collar spread wide and Nate’s clavicles were visible, Brad’s eyes traced their lines and the healed jump pin scar there. As the placket fell open, Brad’s pupils widened as he took in Nate’s chest and the hair that descended below his beltline. Nate continued downward to the button of his shorts, and to the zipper.

Brad cleared his throat when Nate thumbed his fly wide. “Commando. Very efficient and somewhat presumptuous.”

Nate pushed his clothes to the floor and stood before Brad in the steam. Both of them had dropped weight in Iraq. Their cheekbones stood out more sharply. The hint of ribs framed their chests.

He stepped closer to Brad. Like in Baghdad, their lips were a breath apart. Now, however, Nate could read every expression in Brad’s eyes in the daylight. The blue of his irises was a thin ring. His lashes fluttered when Nate slowly laid his hands on Brad’s hips. Without the bulk of Brad’s uniform in the way, Nate felt greedy. He took his time, moving his hands at an achingly slow pace just to feel Brad’s exhale stutter. When Nate found the drawstring of Brad’s shorts, they both had begun to harden.

The instant his shorts hit the tiles, Brad surged forward. He crossed their point of no return with enthusiasm and purpose. The kiss was crushing and desperate. Brad looped a strong arm around Nate’s waist and walked them backward into the shower spray. Heat and moisture surrounded them, drenched them in a way that couldn’t hold a candle to the way they kissed. Physical. Claiming. Seeking and finding.

Brad’s palms flattened against the wall beside Nate’s head, caging him in. Forehead to forehead they panted.

“I want…” Brad began and then paused. He changed his inflection and repeated himself with finality. “I want.”

Skin was slick beneath the running water. Nate used it to his advantage. He explored the curve of Brad’s biceps and the gentle roll of his abdominal muscles. The N he’d heatedly scrawled on Brad’s forearm was only a memory now. Nate nipped at the skin there, and followed it with his tongue. In return, Brad sucked the lobe of Nate’s ear between his teeth. He slid his thumb across Nate’s erect nipple. He found the round of Nate’s ass and groaned as he squeezed.

The sound of Brad undone was something Nate was sure he’d never tire of. He wanted to learn every iteration of it starting now.

He took handfuls of Brad’s hips and pushed their pelvises together. Their cocks slid and bumped and caught on each other as they thrust. Nate inhaled every one of Brad’s gasps. He bit and took and gave and gave and gave everything to this man in his hold.

Brad tensed in his arms and came with Nate’s name a whisper against his lips. Nate gasped and followed Brad into that ecstasy.

Later, in the bright daylight of the California evening, they lay together in the clean sheets of Brad’s overly soft bed and shared a very fresh, very juicy, very crisp apple. Nate studied the curl of pale hair on Brad’s chest. He made note of how the ink of Brad’s tattoo crept around the left side of his waist. He scratched his fingers through Brad’s short hair and watched Brad’s eyes drift closed at the sensation.

Eventually, Brad joked, “This is some Tree of Knowledge shit.”

Nate laughed, “Which of us is the Whore of Babylon in this relationship?”

“Hard to say, but you do have those very fuckable lips.”

“Well, Brad, you do have a point there,” replied Nate, licking those very lips and sliding down the bed to respond to Brad’s challenge.

#hbowarsanta23 #momecat #generation kill #brad x nate #bradnate #my fic #click through to ao3 #hbowardaily

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inglourious-imagines · 7 months

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Hello! I'm so glad to have stumbled on your blog! I'd like to request anything for Doc Bryan of GenKill please. I can and will wait forever for any Doc content 😅 I saw your prompt list and I think

1. I fucking hate everyone. But you, you’re the only person I don’t hate.

would suit him quite well HAHA but prompt number 3 and prompt number 9 would be quite sweet too 😁 anyway, anything you write I will gratefully read and love. Thanks so much!

Life Vest (Doc Bryan x GN!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Prompt: #1 - I fucking hate everyone. But you, you're the only person I don't hate.

Summary: You're a Corpsman with the Recon Marines, working alongside doc Bryan. After one tough afternoon, you two finally (somewhat ;)) talk.

Taglist: in my bio

Warnings: child's death although it doesn't actually happen in this fic

A/N: I don't study medicine so I might have fucked up some facts about certain things so apologies if I did. Thank you for your request!

With every passing second, more and more locals are appearing, surrounding the group of Marines in the middle of some Iraqi town almost none of them know how to actually pronounce. From behind the cornerns of ruins of old buildings, out of the beaten doors of houses that hadn't been bombed yet, from small huts, children, women, men of all ages are coming to see what is happening.

The small area is slowly getting too crowded to have it under control and Lt. Fick is pacing around the scene unfolding before his eyes with apparent unease. US Marines are stationed around the place, but all of them know it is not enough.

Fick waves his left hand and within a second he has Brad Colbert by his side, awaiting orders.

"Get Bryan and Y/N out of there. We can't handle this anymore. We need to be Oscar Mike ASAP."

Brad only nods and he's already pushing his way through the crowd that seems to be made of concrete rather than people, as the young soldier struggles to advance forward.

In the centre of it all, kneeling on the ground, with blood soaked into the sand, are the two exhausted Corpsmen.

"The children are going to die here." Bryan states matter-of-factly without even looking up, while he's bandaging the young boy who can't be more than seven years old.

You know that but the words still send a chill down your spine, but you continue working too, without the apparent pointlessness of the reality to stop you.

You always know the facts after observing the situation, just like Bryan does, but you've never been able to announce it with such distance and certain cold even, even though you know it is necessary.

Robert Timothy Bryan is a straightforward man, a trait useful in the Corps and you've learned over the time to report the situation to your superior officers, but you still lack that sort of Bryaness and you probably always will.

You allow yourself to steal a glance at him. He's concentrated at the work before him, as he always is, the look of focus in his eyes more visible than ever. His face doesn't show any other emotion much, but you know he's exhausted beyond words, physically and mentally, although he would never admit to that out loud.

You come back to the little boy under your arms. He has two fractured ribs, that are causing him great pain but you are simply unable to do anything about it, he has one bad scratch on his left arm and a deep cut on his thigh - there is no serious bleeding and it is apparent that it must have been some time since he got wounded.

You cut off a part of his trousers to get a better access to the wound and you immediately notice the bloody spots and bruises.

You pick up your gaze to look at Bryan to find him already staring at you. You both know what this means, there is no need to say it out loud.

You look back down at the little boy, there are tears in his brown eyes and suddenly there's a lump in your throat. You desperately want to help the kid, but no matter what you do, nothing will be enough. The blood poisoning will kill him, you don't know when, he has only some hours to live tops, if he's lucky, and so far his fate has played a cruel game with him.

Then his little hand reaches for yours and you instinctively squeeze it. You hear in the background some voice saying something, you don't know what, you're too caught up in the moment that suddenly nothing matters anymore and the eyes of the boy make you question if this is really your war, if it really isn't your presence that will got him killed eventually.

In your peripheral vision you catch Bryan standing up and patting someone on the shoulder but you stop paying attention to that right away.

The boy is saying something now you don't understand but you just know he's begging you to help him. And you can't.

"I know," you hear yourself say, "I know and I'm sorry."

Useless words. Empty. Meaningless.

A woman kneels down before you, scooping the boy in her arms. His hand falls out of yours and it breaks your heart. He looks just like the woman, both of them with deep brown eyes, soft features, thick brown hair.

She nods. An understanding.

You wouldn't be able to tell her that her son will die in her arms, probably tonight.

There is a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slightly.

"We have to go," Bryan is whispering into your ear, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You lean into his touch for comfort and you convince yourself it is everything you need in order to pull yourself together.

You don't look at the boy anymore. You can't. You stand up to follow your fellow Corpsman and without any warning, he reaches behind himself for your hand. He grabs it to not lose you in the crowd.

And you hold onto it like it's a life vest. Perhaps it is everything you need to pull through this war, perhaps he is.

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Later that day, when you stop for the night, you can't sleep. You can see those helpless eyes of that boy every time you close your eyes.

This, most definitely, is not your first encounter with wounded locals you couldn't save, as it is not your last, but this one stays with you, no matter how much you fight it.

"Good work today, Y/N," you can hear Bryan's voice behind you. He sits on the ground next to you, shoulders and knees touching, and finally his affection towards you surprises you. You were too caught up in those moments before to notice how much he actually looks after you.

"If you say so," you respond, not sharing his opinion. You feel like you failed today.

"I know so," he counters, nudging you softly with his side. You finally smile.

You wait for him to bring up the boy incident but he doesn't speak one word of it and you're more than grateful. You couldn't talk about it if you tried. Maybe in a few years, but not today, and Bryan knows this, even if you don't.

"You're awfully nice to me lately," you decide to keep the conversation going, turning your head to look at him for just a moment.

He chuckles at that, a sound you haven't heard enough and could easily get drunk on. "I'm nice to everyone."

You burst out laughing at his answer, as all those cold stares and snarky comments of his come to your mind.

He joins in, smiling. "That felt wrong just to say it."

"Tell me about it."

"I just-" he surpises you when he continues, "I just fucking hate everyone."

You stop laughing and your heart drops a little but Bryan is still talking. "But you? You're the only person I don't hate."

You're so caught off guard that you can't find anything to say back to that as your own capibility to talk fails you. The words hang above you both, you savour the feeling because you finally don't feel so alone in the vast world.

Something clicks in you when he says those words and you're smiling now, you couldn't stop smiling if you wanted to.

You grab his hand and squeeze it, you don't let go of him, you can't now.

"I don't hate you too," you finally respond and you don't have to look at him to know he's smiling now too.

#imagine #hbo war #fanfic #generation kill #generation kill imagines #generation kill imagine #doc bryan #doc bryan imagine #doc bryan oneshot #doc bryan x reader #lt nate fick #nate fick #brad colbert #robert timothy bryan #hbo war imagine

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nova scotia princess | nico Hischier

nico hischier x oc marchand

warnings: swearing, mostly fluff and some sweet moments between her and her siblings.

word count: 4.3k

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marie celine marchand had been in new york for the past year, much to brad's dismay. he hadn't seen her since christmas, and was shocked to see her at his doorstep up north. it was now july during the off season, and marie had decided to head on up to nova scotia, for her birthday no less.

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the youngest of the five, she could not have been more different from the rest. she never engaged in hockey (i know! a sin!) never took any inkling towards skating or snow sports, but instead towards soccer, her first love. she was enamored with it and it took her to faraway places with team canada and for her college years at the university of stanford. she had a very hard time leaving california but knew it was best to start fresh, and it just so happened that she loved new york. at the time, it was only a 40 minute drive to her long time childhood friend, ryan graves before he was traded to the pittsburgh penguins. the day he was traded, he gave her a phone call and she was completely gutted. yet she understood the business side of the league, though brad had gotten the better part of it his entire career. after he was traded, she hadn't thought about the new jersey devils as the season rolled around. she no longer had something tying her to them, so she moved on and supported her friend's ryan and sidney on the pens from afar. it wasn't until she found her self in upper manhattan meeting up with some girls from work at a little known and upscale restaurant, that she had saw some of the people she'd grown close to over ryan's stint with the team. she walked past them towards her table, most certainly garnering some looks once they heard the familiar name of marie celine from the group of girls. she got a text from a few of them night, restarting the snapchat groupchat she had had with some of the younglings. most notably, hughes', nico and dawson. she rolled her eyes as messages flowed in that evening as the girls took some wine back to the girl's apartment.

that evening all of the caught up with one another, and then she received a text from nico askin if they wanted to get some coffee for old times sake. what did she have to lose? and so it began than, secret dates and then group dates with the team, spending weekends at a time with nico at his place getting up to whatever came about. throughout all of it, she kept it a secret from everybody besides her older sister rebecca; nobody needed to know. at least not yet.

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marie walked up to the front door of brad's lake house and she mentally prepared herself for the all the pestering and bombarding that would happen once she'd set a foot in the house. she pulled out the key he had given her the year he finished building it, and she quickly made work with the lock and pushed open the tall door. "brad! im home!!" she called out, smirking to herself as she heard dogs running towards her and footsteps. she looked up to see brad with wide eyes and then his famous smile. she took her hand off of her small suitcase, and met him halfway for a hug. "who's here?" "who's that?" "if its jr im gonna cry" and that made marine giggle, already knowing it was ryan. "you good?" brad questioned pulling away just a bit and she nodded, "yep! are you? you forgot to invite me for my birthday!" she said faking a pout. "kat!" he called for his wife and marie slapped his arm, "don't go blaming it on your wife you hooligan!" marie said as katrina walked in and she squeled. "i thought you were going to sw-" and then katrina cut herself off. brad looked at his wife then to marie and then they were both gone and off towards the kitchen. "we have a surprise guest!" katrina called out towards the open back door and a group of heads turned towards her. she saw her siblings, ryan, sid, nate, patrice b, pasta, their partners, a few childhood friends of the siblings and a few aunts/uncles. "damn got the whole fam i see..." she whispered to kat who giggled. "uh yeah you could say that." she said looking down at the girl as some of the guys came to say hi. "hi guys." she said looking at some of the nova scotia greats as ryan rested his arm on the brunettes head. she looked up giving him a playful dirty glare, "ah hem." she said garnering a few laughs. "well if you'll excuse me-" she paused pushing ryan's arm off of her head, "ill be down soon, i need to do a few things." she said smiling at everybody before she was off towards a guest room that was designated hers.

she sat down on the edge of the bed as she put her head in her hands, cursing the world. her phone buzzing like no tomorrow with texts from nico, the hughes brothers and dawson. she had been dodging their texts and calls after (what she thought) was nico cheating on her. they were on facetime a week ago and she could have sworn she heard somebody in the background as she heard a muffled voice and nico look in front of him one night. so when she didn't show up to the airport in switzerland the day before, nico was freaking out. which in turn freaked the other boys out. she heard a soft knock on her door, and she looked up to see ryan. she sniffled, wiping her tears as he stepped in and shut the door behind him.

she broke down even more, and ryan quickly sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. he had no idea why his best friend was hurting, yet he kept quiet until her sobs became softer. "mc....whats going on?" he asked as he pulled back just a bit to look at her, her cheeks stained with redness and moisture. she sniffled, "he-he's cheating on me." she said and ryan knew exactly who she as referring to, besides her sister she ofcourse told him. they were two peas in a pod, through thick and thin. ryan sighed, growing heated with anger. "and they wont stop texting me...they are worried as to why i didn't make it to switzerland but i don't wanna talk to them." she said pushing her head into his chest. ryan kissed her head, trying to calm himself. she needed her best friend, he'd take care of nico later.

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the next morning ryan left the marchand house early to get some coffee for him and marie. the two hadn't left her room all day. she was too much in state of disbelief, shock, and grief as she explained to nico what had happened. as soon as he was turning onto the main strip her called nico up, ready to tear him a new one. nico picked up on the fourth ring unsure as to why he was calling, "wanna fucking explain to me hischier why the fuck you cheated on the very best thing that has ever happened to you and our universe huh? why you decided to hurt the very brightest light? you are so in for it hischier, you have no idea. you have a whole league about to give you hell." ryan spat breathing rapidly. nico was at a loss for words over in switzerland. "what?" he croaked in confusion and exhaustion. since marie hadn't been responding to anybody's calls or messages, he hadn't slept. too sick with fear and anxiety. "she caught you with a girl nico, on facetime. are you seriously that daft?" ryan growled. nico thought back to their last facetime and he went through the events of it. he'd been sitting up in bed shirtless, around 11:30 his time, he was just about to go to bed after finishing his sleep tea and he then realized. she had heard his sister in the background, as she had come to visit him and the two had just gotten done playing a round of Mario kart. "christ- didn't cheat. promise." he said standing up now and looking at flights to new york. "who was it then nico?" ryan questioned, "my sister. can get flight to new york today." he said and ryan chuckled, "yeah no she ain't there." ryan said turning into the drive through, " if you're gonna make things right, you gotta come to scotia." ryan stated.

ryan walked back into the house with his, brad's, kat's and marie's coffee with a few breakfast sandwiches. "wanna tell me why marie is crying on the dock?" sidney said as soon as ryan walked into the kitchen. "wait what?" ryan asked setting everything down before looking towards the dock, and now seeing nate making his way down it. ryan sighed, "misunderstanding." he simply stated taking the coffees out of the tray. "misunderstanding, huh? is that why you two were locked in her room all evening?" sidney asked sipping his hot coffee. ryan sighed again, "she thought her boy-boyfriend cheated on her." was all ryan stated sipping some coffee. "boyfriend?" sidney questioned, eyes going wide. "does brad know?" he questioned, and ryan scoffed. "like he need to know every little thing in her life." and sidney wouldn't buy it. "no no, you have to tell him! or at least get her too." sidney said with authority, and ryan rolled his eyes. "sid, she doesn't want him to know at least not yet." ryan said watching nate and marie interact. nate had his arm around the brunette, as she sobbed into his shoulder. "you know we all look at her like a sister, please do the right thing. we only want the best for her and that only happens if brad knows, and you know that." sidney said before taking his cup of coffee and heading out to nate and marie. ryan groaned as kat walked in with the young kiddos. "ou! mommy juice, thankyou ry." kat said thanking the defenceman. she saw the look in his eyes, and then she look towards the crowded dock. "oh no." kat said, "oh no? whats up?" brad said walking in rubbing his eye. he paused as he saw the three of them outside, huddled together, "whats going on?" brad asked now walking in front of ryan. "uh-" "spit it out graves." brad demanded and ryan hummed. "she thought her- her boyfriend cheated on her. but it was a misunderstanding." he stated and brad was angry. "boyfriend?! what do you mean misunderstanding graves? spill it!" he said as kat took the kids outside. "she thought her boyfriend of 10 months cheated on her but it was only his sister that she heard. i just got off the phone with the dude so its been all cleared away, i just hadn't had the chance to tell her." and then he said softer, "and tell you he's coming here." ryan said not meeting his best friends eye sight. "here? are you mad ryan! who is this so i can knock some sense into him?" brad demanded and ryan was in for it. he was cornered, there was no getting out of this. "i cant say brad, only marie can." ryan said defeatedly and brad rolled his eyes. "so you're saying that you really arent her boyfriend?" and ryan now met his eye sight in shock. "you're telling me that you two haven't been together at least at some point?" he said and ryan laughed. "oh god no, shes my sister brad. you know she hates me half the time, for good reasons but no. i couldn't ever go down that path and there has never been a moment ever for me to. ew gross." ryan said and brad sighed. "always thought it was you two against the world... man i gotta pay up." he said amusedly. "pay up?" ryan said cocking an eyebrow. "a long running bet with patrice." and now it was ryans turn to laugh. the nova scotia princess was never his and would never be.

on the dock, marie thanked nate for listening to her ramble and cry into his shoulder before sidney sat down. nate rubbed her upper back, trying to comfort the girl. sidney sat down and offered her some kind words, and she thanked him. "i just don't know what was not good enough for him? what did i do wrong?" she said looking off into the clear lake. sid and nate looked at one another, silently trying to get the other speak up. "nothing sunshine, nothing. its all him." sid said trying to reassure the young girl he'd seen as a little sister since the day she was born. him and brad had been in practice together when they got the call from brad's dad, urging the boys to head down to the hospital with sid's dad. the moment he had seen the young girl was how he felt when his sister was born, he'd protect and be there for her through everything. "how about a boat day?" nate offered up and marie smiled. she could never and would never pass up a boat day.

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it was around 10:30 pm and the original group that had been there when she'd shown up was back at the house, with all the kids passed out as they sat around talking, drinking and now making smores. ryan had been looking a this phone for the past two hours waiting to heard from nico, but nothing had come in since he had landed and was about to go through customs. marie had been having a great evening, her favorite people all in one place once again. celebrating her birthday that evening, and now talking like old times. ryan and marie sat with one another, cuddling up to stay warm now that a chill had set in. "dude, put your phone down for the princess' birthday." brad said annoyed that ryan and been on his phone for the better half of two hours. marie glared at brad, "its alright brad. no harm done." she sighed. she had a love hate relationship with the nickname, but most importantly when it was said out loud by brad. it made her cringe somewhat. "hows new york, mc?" nate asked and marie smiled then frowned softly before her smile reappeared. "its going great! work is going well and stuff. i even joined a soccer league for fun, it'll start up in august." she said swirling her drink. "we'll have to catch a game before we head to training camp." sid offered and the others agreed. she smiled softly, before ryan untangled himself from her after he got a text message. nico had arrived. brad eyed ryan as he got up and walked into the house. kat smiled softly knowing what was going to happen and nudged brad in the side a bit. "its fine, let them be." kat whispered and brad rolled his eyes.

marie shut her eyes softly, just basking in this moment, this evening and few days she had taken off of work to be here. it had been far too long since the last time she'd been home, always using her summers to train in san diego before returning to school. she hadn't been home in 6 years and promised herself that she'd make it up here more, now that she lived in new york. "oh princess!" she heard ryan call from the house and she sighed, standing up and throwing the blanket onto the seat before heading inside. "yes grumpy prince?" she asked giggling before she froze, seeing nico. he had a hopeful yet loving gaze on his face as she looked at him with tears beginning to form. what was he doing here? she turned towards ryan who had begun to make his way out, and she pulled him back inside as he was already through the threshold. "wanna tell me why he's here ryan?!" she asked upset. "ask him-" and she cut him off, "no, you tell me!" she screamed now alerting some of the guys outside. nico stood on the other side of the kitchen, with a defeated look on his face with guilt and regret spreading throughout his body. "he cheated on me and you're going to invite him here, ryan? tell me why that was a good idea, huh?" she pestered as brad walked in. "no fucking way." he muttered staring down nico, and nico took a step back. "answer me!" she yelled at ryan who held his hands up in innocence. "marie-" she cut off her brother, "you knew?!" she said stepping back away from the two. "let him explain himself." ryan said as she looked at the two people she thought she could trust in this world. thankfully, so far nate and sid hadn't given her any reason to distrust them. "let him explain, please. if you still don't believe him or want him gone- ill-we'll get rid of him." brad said pleading to his baby sister and she sighed, arms crossing over her chest. she turned slowly towards nico who had a pleading look, and her heart twinged just a bit. "fine." she said and the two smiled widely, backing out into the back and brad shut the doors.

"follow me." she said walking past him and they began their dissent up the stairs. she opened the door and let him walk past her into the room, and she shut it behind them. she then went to the window and shut the blinds, but not before flipping the group off. she heard groans and a few 'fuck' as they all wanted to hear and see the drama unfold. "i didn't cheat, schatzi. i promise." he began and she shook her head, "alright bud." she said rubbing her eyes. "i didn't baby, you have to believe me." he began again and she shook her head again. "who was it, huh? somebody like your ex? was it somebody better than me? what did i do wrong, ni. what did i do to hurt you?" she questioned through a strained voice. nico shook his head, "you've never hurt me, you've never done a thing wrong. promise. the girl-"he chuckled pulling her hands into his, inching closer to her. "the girl was my sister, nina." he said a bit amused now. his eyes crinkled as he smiled, his dimples on full display as he looked into the eyes of the girl, he loved. "wait what?" marie asked in disbelief. "your sister?" she asked and he nodded. she looked down and nico quickly diffused her guilt, "schatzi its ok, i promise!" he said pulling her chin up to look at him. she shook her head, "i - i mis read things and i feel like an idiot." she hummed tearing her chin away. "misunderstanding." he hummed and she frowned. "im sorry." she said with tears beginning to form, "im an idiot. oh my god." she said and he pulled her info a hug. he kissed her head, rubbing her back softly. "im a fool, im a utter fool how could i be so daft?" she rambled in french and nico chuckled, "you two have thing for the word daft?" and marie cursed the universe for him knowing french. "wait, two? who?" she questioned pulling back to look up at him. "nico yelled at me yesterday." he said laughing now and marie had a concerned look on her face, "how bad?" and that made nico laugh even louder. whenever she needed back up, he was there to give it. she looked up at nico as his laughs subsided and she stood on her tip toes to kiss him. he pulled her in closer, leaning down a bit so her feet could be flat. they pulled apart, resting their foreheads on each others. "so, how much trouble am i with the guys outside?" he questioned softly and now it was her turn to laugh.

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it was the next morning now and marie woke up to an empty bed, groaning before getting out of bed. she made her way over to the blinds and opened the blinds to see kat, patrices and david's girlfriend, and the kids on the patio eating breakfast while all the guys are missing. she squinted over towards the lake and she did a double take before seeing her brother's boat. it was a crowded boat, with all of them sitting facing one another. she spotted nico and prayed that the guys weren't going too hard on him. after the two spoke last night, they made there way downstairs for a bit before nico was on the verge of passing out due to the time difference. she quickly changed into a white t-shirt and linen pants, before heading down he stairs. "ti!" she heard rue screamed as she walked outside, and quickly made her way over towards the older girl. she wrapped her arms around the girl's legs before rue pulled her up for a hug. "good morning my girl." she said speaking in french as the two shared a small moment in the morning sun. "hows my favorite god daughter?" she hummed and kat laughed, "your only god daughter." she mused. marie giggled, "that's why she's my favorite." she said setting her back down in her height chair, and sat down on the bench with noah , patrice's son. "ouu cinnamon rolls!" the girl overly gushed, garnering some giggles from the kids. "ever the oldest child." kat teased and marie winked, "i take my role very seriously." she hummed.

the boat was on its way back now after a very stern talk with nico, unfortunately. basically threatening his very existence if he were to ever step out of line. the usual. oh, and that there was somebody or two on every team who would not hesitate to teach him a lesson. nico and the guys all got off onto the dock, with ryan running in front to get some cinnamon rolls- steal is more like it. "hey! that's for us." marie said swatting his hand away as he came up behind her, "i swear to god grumps, im gonna cut off your hand." she said quirking an eyebrow between the two's showdown. "good morning princess!" brad said placing a kiss on the girl's head before stealing a cinnamon roll himself. "hey, not fair!" ryan said and marie mimicked him, earning a chorus laugh from the kids. "im the one that brought them." brad said shrugging, "no i did." sid said and patrice shook his head, "you brought the original one's, i was told to pick up another dozen." patrice said picking up his youngest, felix. "yall are too much in the morning." she mumbled in french, standing up and walking inside to get some coffee. nico followed her into the kitchen to get a refill on his, to which she happily poured him some. "how bad was it?" she questioned, peering around him quickly and then looked back at him. he shrugged, "theyre just as scary in life as on ice." he said and she giggled. "yeah...they have no filter." she said pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "tell me about 'nova scotia princess'." and she rolled her eyes, "the fairest of them all." he added with a grin and she growled loudly. "you inconceivable fools!" she yelled out, making her way outside. "im going to kill you all!!!!" she said looking at sid, nate, ryan and brad. she did a fake start towards brad before going after nate, "come here nathaniel!" she screamed running after the man, who was, unfortunately, being outrun by a 5'4 semi-retired defenceman. "somebody help me here!" nate called out and sid began his dissent, but she was too quick and made her way after him. "you are so getting in that water!" she screamed, referring to a tradition the 5 of them had. a surprise morning swim in the cold water. "its cold!" one of the kids screamed and marie laughed. "perfect!" she grinned. ryan tapped nico, "lets get our girl." ryan said nodding towards the brunette and nico smiled. "lets get her." and the two made their way towards the water where she was running after the two. "no!" she screamed as ryan almost grabbed the girl. "don't you dare!" she said jumping a few feet away from him. thankfully with sid and nate being neighbors, she freely began her way towards their places with the group following her. nico was the one closest to and almost grabbed her as well but she took a step to her right and was out of reach, "alright i gotta do it myself!" brad announced jogging over and marie knew it was game over. "not the old man!" she gasped, earning a few chuckles.

it was not brad who got the girl but nico, who was immediately instructed to drop her off the dock and into the lake. she screamed, cried, and kicked but unsuccessfully as she felt water hit her back. as she came up, everybody else decided it would be a great idea to also jump in. she covered her head momentarily before splashing water in all directions, "you! you traitor!" she said with astonishment as nico tried to get closer. ryan dunked her before she could say anything else, and nico laughed with the rest of them. she came back up and pushed ryan, "rude!" "the princess of nova scotia is officially home!" brad said as he made his way towards her, ready to splash her as well.

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Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

#will i use these names for future characters? absolutely yes #okay to reblog this #okay to reblog

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

9-1-1

Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #!completed shit #!artwork #!2023

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Supporters of Creative Community For Peace Open Letter (Support of Israel) - Part 1/2

The letter condemns the Supernova Music Festival attack on Oct 7, but fails to mention Palestinian civilians, then states:

"As Israel takes the necessary steps to defend its citizens in the coming days and weeks, social media will be overrun by an orchestrated misinformation campaign spearheaded by Iran."

see full letter (x)

Supporters:

Ari Ingel, Executive Director, Creative Community For Peace

Aaron Bay-Schuck, CEO/Co-Chairman, Warner Records

Brad Ableson, Animation Director, Illumination

Natalie Abrams, Co-EP

Deeba Abrishamchi, Senior Manager, A&R, Universal Music Publishing Group

Jason Adelman, VP, Brand Innovators Labs

Orly Adelson, Former President of ITV Studios, America

Marty Adelstein, CEO, Tomorrow Studios

Ali Adler, Producer

Ben Adler, Musician

Rachel Adler, Agent, CAA

Dan Ahdoot, Comedian

Jason Alexander, Actor/Director

Sasha Alexander-Ponti, Actress/ Director, The Ponti Company

Karen Allen, Actor/Director, Blue Willow Productions Inc.

Dan Aloni, Partner, WME

Kayla Alpert, Writer

Cindy Ambers, Co-Owner, Art/Work Entertainment

Leon Angel, Joint Head of Football, CAA Base Limited

Dennis Arfa, Chairman, IAG Music, Independent Artist Group

Jarred Arfa, EVP and Head of Music, Independent Artist Group

Taryn Ariel, Agent

Antonina Armato, Founder, Heroine Music Group

Jeff Astrof, Showrunner, Warner Brothers

Liz Astrof, Writer/Producer, 20th Century/Disney

Eve Attermann, Literary Agent, WME

Michael Auerbach, Partner, Jackoway Austen

Nate Auerbach, Partner, Versus Creative

Karl Austen, Attorney, Jackoway Austen

Meredith Averill, TV Writer/Showrunner,

Shahar Avnet, Creative Director & Founder, SHAHAR AVNET

Asi Azar, TV Host, Keshet

Irving Azoff, Chairman, Full Stop Management

Ivor Baddiel, Scriptwriter and Author

Gary Barber, CEO, Spyglass Media

Moshe Barkat, CEO, ColorTime, LLC.

Eve Barlow, Music Journalist

Jonathan Barnett, Chairman, CAA Stellar

Romi Barta, Writer

Jonathan Baruch, Partner, Rain

Richard Baskind, Partner & Head of Music, Simons Muirhead & Burton

Lance Bass, Music Artist

Neal Batra, President, Tradition Pictures

Brian Baumgartner, Actor

Jaime Becker, Writer/producer

M. Becker

Matt Earl Beesley, Director/Producer, This Much Films

Idan Ben abou, Football Agent, ISCOUT LTD

Karyn Ben-Gal, A&R Coordinator, Disney Music Publishing

Aton Ben-Horin, VP of Global A&R, Atlantic Records Group

Rachel Bendavid, Head of Scripted Programming, BBC Studios/Lionsgate Partnership

Pablo Bendersky, Producer/Artist

Steven Bensusan, President, Blue Note Entertainment Group

Ram Bergman, Producer, T-Street

Adam Berkowitz, Founder and President, Lenore Entertainment Group

Jim Berkus, Chairman of the Board of Directors, UTA

Jordan Berkus, Talent Agent, UTA

Greg Berlanti, Writer/Director/Producer, Berlanti Productions

Gail Berman, CEO, The Jackal Group

Luc Bernard, Director, Voices of the Forgotten

TJ Bernardy, Talent Agent, WME

Carolyn Bernstein, Exec VP, National Geographic

Jeff Bernstein, Partner & Board Member, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Heather Besignano, CEO & Founder, ICON PR

Mayim Bialik, Actor/Host/Author

Sharon Bialy, Co-Owner of Bialy/Thomas Casting, Bialy/Thomas & Associates

Matthew Bierman, Producer

Allison Binder, Partner, Goodman Genow Schenkman Smelkinson & Christopher

Joshua P. Binder, Partner, Rotherberg, Mohr, and Binder LLP

Neil Blair, Partner, The Blair Partnership

Rachel Bloom, Writer

Doug Blu, Commercial Dept, Eris Talent Agency

Robyn Bluestone, Talent Manager, Robyn Bluestone Management

Steven Blume, COO, Content Partners LLC

Sawyer Bock, Coordinator, Elevate Entertainment

Evan Bogart, Songwriter & CEO, Seeker Music

Laura Bonner, Partner, WME

Michael Borkow, Writer/Producer, Tinder Hill Productions, Inc.

Betsy Borns, Television Writer/Producer

David Bradley, Partner, WME

Alan Braun, Agent, CAA

Dan Brecher, Principal/Owner, Rothman Brecher Ehrich Livingston

Chris Bremner, Screenwriter, Unknown Quantity

Tor Breon, Music Agent, WME

Theodore Bressman, Screenwriter

Josh Brill, Writer/Producer

Karen Brodkin Watson, EVP, Endeavor

Aline Brosh McKenna, Writer/Director/Producer

Brantley Brown, Talent Representative, Authentic Talent and Literary Management

Amy Brownstein, Founder, PRStudio

Ashley Brucks, President of Screen Gems, Sony

AJ Buckley, Artist

Mitch Bukhar, Talent Agent, CAA

Danny Burstein, Actor

Joannie Burstein Besser, Owner/Manager, Burstein Company

David Byrnes, Partner, Ziffren Brittenham LLP

Omri Caaspi, Former Professional Basketball Player

Ryan Cabrera, Musician

Trey Callaway, Television Showrunner

Bryan Carmel, Independent Producer, The Very Specific Corporation

Tia Carrere, Actress

Madeline Carver, Account Service Representative, Vevo

Markell Casey, Music Executive

Nir Caspi, Partner, Non-Scripted TV, WME

Daniela Cassorla, Associate, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks, PC

Jennifer Cecil, Writer/Producer

Jared Ceizler, Talent Manager, MGMT Entertainment

Brian Celler, Founder, Bravo Charlie Management

Pamela Charbit, A&R Manager, Atlantic Records

Olivier Chastan, Founder & CEO, Iconoclast

Cliff Chenfeld, Co-Founder, Razor & Tie

Ted Chervin, Agent, CAA

Emmanuelle Chriqui, Actor

Jeffrey Ciabattari, Talent Manager

Patrick Clifton, Writer, Promise & Potential

Andrew Cohan, Co-Founder/C.E.O., ACI Licensing LLC

Ayala Cohen, Talent Agent, CAA

Etan Cohen, Writer/Director

Joe Cohen, Agent, CAA

Alex Cole, President, Elevate Entertainment

Lindsay Conner, Partner, O’Melveny & Myers

Henrietta Conrad, CEO, The Optimism Company

Lionel Conway, SVP, BMG

Adam Cooper, Partner, Jackoway Austen, et al.

Leanne Coronel, President, The Coronel Group

Raye Cosbert, Managing Director, Metropolis Music

Ben Cosgrove, CEO, Leviathan Productions

Cassidy Crosby, Associate Manager of Marketing, Vevo

Jamie Lee Curtis, Actress

R.J. Cutler, Filmmaker, This Machine

Avi Dahan, Attorney, Boyarski Fritz LLP

Ian Daly, Head of Brand Strategy, Live Nation

Hannah Damico, Junior Designer, Vevo

Greg Daniels, Writer

Dani Darling, Entertainment Attorney, LaPolt Law

Ben Davis, Partner, Co-Head of Digital, WME

Doug Davis, The Davis Firm

Mitch Davis, Concert Promoter, The Artist Partnership

Taylor Dayne, Artist

Danielle Del, Partner, D2 Management

Jamie Denbo, Co-EP Grey’s Anatomy, ABC/Disney

David DeSantos, CEO, Cottonwood Productions

Meredith DeSantos, Writer/Producer

Josh Deutsch, Chairman/CEO, Premier Music Group

Ken Deutsch, Global Co-Chair, Entertainment and Media Group, Paul Hastings LLP

Vikram Dhawer, Partner, Authentic Talent & Literary Management

Avi Diamond, Director, Film & TV Licensing, Warner Music Canada

Michael Diamond, Talent Manager/Partner, MGMT Entertainment

Jessica DiBiase, Talent Agent, CAA

Lucy Dickins, Global Head of Music and Touring, WME

David DiGilio, Showrunner/Executive Producer, THE TERMINAL LIST – Amazon Prime

Kosha Dillz, Artist, Rapper

Matt Dines, Producer

Lee Dinstman, Partner, IAG

Brian Dobbins, Co-CEO, Artists First

Efrat Dor, Actor

Joella Dorenbaum, Talent Agent, CAA

Craig Dorfman, Partner/Manager, Three Six Zero

Rick Dorfman, Partner/Head of Comedy & Development, Authentic Talent & Literary Management

Michael Douglas, Actor/Producer

David Draiman, Frontman of the band Disturbed

Bill Duffy, Head of Basketball, WME Sports

Alex Edelman, Comedian/Writer

Julian Edelman, Co-Founder, Coast Productions

Scott Edelman, Senior Partner, Gibson Dunn

Lisa Edelstein, Actor

Jason Egenberg, CEO/Producer, Tiny Riot Entertainment

Jon Ehrlich, Founder/Composer, Qwire

Matthew Einstein, CEO, Tradition Pictures

Jessica Elbaum, Producer, Gloria Sanchez productions

Natasha Elie, Marketing Assistant, Atlantic Records

Talya Elitzer, Co-Founder, Godmode Music

Andy Elkin, Agent, CAA

Craig Emanuel, Partner, Entertainment & Media, Paul Hastings

Robert Emmer, Founding Partner, Shout! Factory

Alexandra Emmerman, Agent, CAA

Hannah Epstein, Agent, CAA

Dan Erlij, Partner, Co-Head of TV Lit, UTA

Ingrid Escajeda, Showrunner/EP

Henry Eshelman, Managing Director, PMG: Platform Media Group

Nancy Etz, Agent, CAA

Ikenna Ezeh, Partner, WME

Ron Fair, Record Producer & CEO, Faircraft Inc.

Veronica Falcón, Actor

Donny Farber, Dan Farber

Sharon Farber, Composer, Soaring Taurus, LLC

James Farrell, Agent, WME

Daniel Federman, Owner, Maccabi Tel-Aviv

Oded Fehr, Actor

Erik Feig, Founder/CEO, PICTURESTART

Jaime Feld, Talent Agent, CAA

James Feldman, Partner, Lichter Grossman Nichols Adler Feldman & Clark

Josh Feldman, Head of Film and Television, Altar Rock Pictures

Katie Feldman, Publicist

Ryan Feldman, Partner, WME

Patti Felker, Partner, Felker Toczek Suddleson Abramson McGinnis Ryan LLP

Jacob Fenton, Partner, UTA

Ken Fermaglich, Partner, UTA

Hannah Fidell, Filmmaker

Tommy Finkelstein, Head of Business Affairs, General Counsel, Independent Artist Group

Dylan First, Agent, WME

Bradley Fischer, Producer

Alexis Fisher, CEO, Timeline Management

Scott Fisher, Select Management Group

Seth Fisher, Showrunner

David Fishof, Producer and Music Executive

Wayne Fitterman, Talent Agent, WME

Carlos Fleming, Partner, WME

Josh Fluxgold, Founder and President, ONEWAY.

Beau Flynn, Producer, FlynnPictureCo

Erica Forster, Entertainment Attorney

Gary Foster, Principal, Krasnoff Foster Productions

Lauren Fox, TV Literary Agent, CAA

Sarah Francus, Manager, Roc Nation

Etan Frankel, Writer

Ashley Franklin, Partner/Talent Manager, Thruline Entertainment

Jordan Frazes, Founder, Frazes Creative

Bryan Freedman, Founding Partner, Freedman, Taitelman + Cooley

Jeffrey Freedman

Jessica Freedman, Singer, SAG-AFTRA

Jay Jay French, French Management, Twisted Sister

Geordie Frey, Owner, GEF Entertainment

Michael Fricklas

Stuart Fried, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks

Jody Friedericks, Executive Creative Director, 160over90

Adam Friedman, Executive, CAA

Adina Friedman, President, Friends at Work Management

Daryl Friedman, Former Chief Advocacy & Industry Relations Officer, The Recording Academy

Stephen Fry, Actor/Writer

Antoine Fuqua, Producer/Director

Bryan Furst, Producer

Sean Furst, Producer, Global Position Studios

Gal Gadot, Actress, Producer, Pilot Wave

Alex Gansa, Writer/Producer, Gansa Films Inc.

Siri Garber, CEO & Founder, Platform Public Relations

Andy Garcia, Actor

Risa Bramon Garcia, Casting Director, Teacher, Director, The BGB Studio

David Gardner, President, Artists First

Jeremy Garelick, Founder / Owner, American High

Bruce Garfield, Executive Director, Columbus Music Commission

Spencer Garrett, Actor

Nancy Gates, Partner, UTA

Willie Gault, Retired NFL Player

Andrew Genger, Manager, Red Light Management

Paul George, Manager, Podwall Entertainment

David Gersh, Co-President Gersh Agency, Gersh Agency

Gary Gersh, President, Global Touring, A.E.G.

Jody Gerson, Chairman and CEO, Universal Music Publishing Group

Risa Gertner, Agent, CAA

Pete Giberga, President, AWAL

Jill Gillett, Agent, WME

Gary Ginsberg, Senior VP, SoftBank Group Corp.

Joyce Giraud, Actress/Model

Fran Glasenberg, Foundation Executive, CAA

Nikki Glaser, Comedian

Patricia L. Glaser, Partner, Glaser Wei Fink Howard Jordan & Shapiro

Daniel Glass, Founder/ CEO, Glassnote Records

Karen Glauber, President, HITS Magazine

David Glick, Founder & CEO, Edge Group

Joshua Glick, Manager

Jonathan Glickman, Founder, Panoramic Media Company

Jordan Glickson, VP, Music & Talent, Vevo

Mark Goffman, Executive Producer, Off The Cliff Entertainment

Ross Golan, Songwriter, Unknown Music Publishing

Elon Gold, Comedian/Actor

Hannah Gold, VP Marketing, Interscope Records

Judy Gold, Comedian, Actor, Writer

Andrew Goldberg, Writer/Producer

Dana Goldberg, Chief Creative Officer, Skydance

Saul Goldberg, Agent, CAA

Tracey Goldblum, VP commercials, KMR

Tony Goldring, Agent, WME

Alistair Goldsmith, President, Chosen Music

Lindy Goldstein, Producer, Lindy Goldstein Productions

Michal Goldstein, Co-President, Basset Hound Distribution

Michael Goldwasser, President/Co-Founder, Easy Star Records

Nichole Gomez, Agent, Eris Talent Agency

Adrianne Gonzalez, Owner, BYAGINC

Alissa Goodman, Manager, Authentic Talent & Literary Management

Brandon Goodman, Co-Founder / Co-Owner, Best Friends Music

Howard Gordon, Writer/EP

Jonathan Gordon, CEO, 1916 Enterprises LLC

Michael Gordon, Partner, CAA

Jeff Gorin, Partner/Talent Agent, WME

Hildy Gottlieb, Agent in MP Talent, CAA

Karen Gottlieb, Partner, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks, P.C.

Andrew Gould, Music Executive

David Graber, SVP, Content Licensing, Warner Brothers Discovery

Jessica Graboff, Agent, CAA

Marc Graboff, Consultant

Nicholas Grad, President, FX Entertainment

Cary Granat, Co-Founder and Partner, Destiny Media, EMH Media

Jack Dylan Grazer, Actor, JDG Creative Services

Michael Green, Writer

Roger Green, Partner, WME

Trudy Green, Trudy Green Management/HK

Alison Greenberg, Author and screenwriter,

Scott Greenberg, Partner, LBI

Stacy Greenberg, Head of Scripted, US, Merman

Steve Greenberg, Founder and President, S-Curve Records

Ava Greenfield, Scripted TV Agent, CAA

Josh Greenstein, President Sony Pictures Motion Picture Group

Dan Gregor, Writer

Adam Griffin, Manager, Vault Entertainment

Iris Grossman, Partner, Echo Lake Entertainment

Jonathan Grossman, Coordinator, Elevate Entertainment

Lynn Grossman, CEO, Secret Road

Jeremy Gruber, Friends at Work, Head of Artist Marketing

Tony Guanci, Chairman, EDGEOUT

Marc Guggenheim, Writer/Producer

Gary Gulman, Comedian/Writer

Julie Gurovitsch, Music Producer, The Tonight Show

Paul Haas, Partner, WME

Michael Hackman, CEO, Hackman Capital Partners

Amanda Hacohen, Agent, WME

Amir Haddad, Singer Songwriter, Warner Music France

Shirley Halperin, Editor-in-Chief, Los Angeles Magazine

Marilou Hamill

Mark Hamill, Actor

Alicia Hannah-Kim, Actor

Amy B. Harris, Writer/Producer

Lynn Harris, Producer/Partner, 6th & Idaho

Ronnie Harris, Partner, Harris & Trotter LLP

Ashley Harrison, Agent, CAA

Jo Hart, Founder, Hart Media

Becky Hartman Edwards, Writer/Producer, Two in A Tub Productions

Ryan Hayden, Partner, UTA

Josh Heald, Writer/Producer

Patricia Heaton, Actress/Producer, FourBoysEntertainment

Julianne Heitzer, Attorney, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Scott Henderson, Partner, WME

Karen Hermelin, EVP, Marketing, Strategy & Insights, Paramount Pictures

Peter Hess, Co-Head, CAA Commercials Endorsements

Stephen Hill, Actor

Avi Hirshbein, A&R Coordinator, Electric Feel Ent.

Beth Holden-Garland, Manager, Authentic

Shawn Holiday, Full Stop Management

Laura Holstein, Producer

Billy Hopkins, Casting Director, Hopkins Ingram Casting

Matthew Horowitz, Agent, CAA

Samuel Horowitz, Television/Film Writer

Chris Horsman, Talent Agent, CAA

Allison Howard, Talent Agent, WME

Andrew Howard, Attorney, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Linda Edell Howard, Attorney, Novick Law

Lindsay Howard Parker, EVP, Head of Scripted Literary, Independent Artist Group

David Hunt, Founder, FourBoys Entertainment

Michelle Hurd, Actor and Activist

Jon Hurwitz, Showrunner

Richard “BournRich” Ingram, Artist/Creative Director

Susana Ivanir, Executive, CAA

Basil Iwanyk, Producer, Thunder Road Films

Chukwudi Iwuji, Actor

Levi Jackson, Agent, WME

Mara Jacobs, Producer

Neil Jacobson, Founder of Hallwood Media

Chris Jacquemin, Partner, WME

Jonathan Jakubowicz, Writer & Director, Epicentral Studios

Tim James, Co-Founder, Rock Mafia

Maxwell Jenkins, Actor

Raymond Jimenez, Talent Manager, Zero Gravity Management

Brandt Joel, Agent, WME

Douglas Johnson, Agent, CAA

Jasmine Joseph-Danielpour, Manager

Nancy Josephson, Partner, WME

Al Joyner, Former Olympian

Brooke Jung, Talent Agent, WME

Heather Kadin, President, Scripted TV Range Studios, Range Media Partners

Rachel Kalban, Children’s Television Producer

Rachel Kaplan, Producer, Absecon Entertainment

Marisa Kapust, Attorney, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Dorian Karchmar, Agent and Partner, WME

Mike Karz, Partner, Gulfstream Pictures

Zach Katz, President and COO, FaZe Clan

Ryan Kavanaugh, Founder, Proxima

Stephen Kay, General Counsel, Roku, Inc.

Jonathan Kellerman, Novelist

Cari Kenny, Talent Agent, Eris Talent Agency

Lee Kern, Writer

Craig Kestel, Partner, WME

Ilan Kidron, Artist & Musician

April King, Talent Agent, WME

Russell King, Director, King Law Firm

Melanie Kirschbaum, Writer/Co-EP

David Kissinger, CEO, DK Media

Dana Klein, Writer/Creator, Can’t Get Five Productions

Jenny Klein, Writer

Lance Klein, Partner, WME

Barbie Kligman, Writer/Producer

Scott Kluge, President, Tremendous Entertainment

Zachary Knighton, Actor, Independent

Amanda Kogan, Agent, The Gersh Agency

Keetgi Kogan Steinberg, Writer/Producer

Blair Kohan, Board Member/Partner, UTA

Jenji Kohan, Writer/Producer/Showrunner, Tilted Productions

Ben Kohn, CEO, Playboy

Courtney Kohn

Marc Korman, Agent, WME

Barry Kotler, Agent, CAA

Steve Kram, CEO, Content Partners LLC

Ynon Kreiz, Chairman and CEO, Mattel, Inc.

Rick Krim, CEO, Krim Music + Media

Erik Kritzer, Owner/Partner, Link Entertainment

Josh Kurfirst, Music Agent, WME

Andrew Kurland, Talent Agent, CAA

Michelle Kydd, Chief Innovation Officer, CAA

Stephanie LaFera, Head of Electronic, WME

Angela LaFever, Management, Independent

Ricki Lake, Television Host/Actress

Evan Lamberg, President, North America, Universal Music Publishing

Amy Landecker, Actress

John Landgraf, CEO, FX Networks

Gabz Landman, VP, A&R, Warner Records

Sherry Lansing, Former CEO, Paramount Pictures/Founder, The Sherry Lansing Foundation

Dina LaPolt, Entertainment Attorney, LaPolt Law, PC

Estelle Lasher, President, Lasher Group

Sanaz Lavaedian, SVP of Music, MOCEAN

Inbar Lavi, President, Tuna Productions

Dennis Lavinthal, Owner, Hits magazine

Adam Leber, Founder, REBEL

Jared LeBoff, Producer, Marc Platt Productions

Sara Leeb, Agent, CAA

Michelle Leibel, Writer/Producer, One Trick Pony Productions

Doron Leidner, Football Player, Olympiacos

Carol Leifer, Comedian/Writer

Jeffrey Lenkov, Attorney

Peter Lenkov, Writer

Eli Leonard, Comedian/Writer/Actor

Gerri Leonard, Partner, Leonard Business Management, Inc.

Greg Lessans, Weed Road Pictures

Colin Lester OBE, Founder/Chairman, JEM Music Group

David Leventhal, Business Manager, Citrin Cooperman

Arielle Lever, Agent, CAA

Zachary Levi, Actor

Ben Levine, Partner, Link Entertainment

Michael Levine, Co-head, CAA Sports, Creative Artist Agency

Ashley Levinson, Producer

Steve Levitan, Writer/EP

Alexandra Levy, Writer

David Levy, Partner, WME Entertainment

David Levy, Founder and CEO, Back Nine Ventures

Marcus Levy, Agent, WME

Richard B. Levy, Managing Director, Executive Talent Management, P.C.

Michelle Lewis, Executive Director/Songwriter, SONA

Micha Liberman, President, Mind Meld Arts

Chuck Liddell, UFC Hall of Famer

Marc Lieberman, President, Above Average Productions

Sean Liebowitz, Agent, CAA

Sydney Lipsitz, Chief of Staff, CAA

Cory Litwin, Managing Partner, Music, Range Media Partners

Steve Lobel, CEO, LMG

Jonathan Lomma, Lawyer, WME

Alexandria Longo, Director of PR/Publicist, Blended Strategy Group

David Lonner, CEO, The David Lonner Co.

Jonathan Lonner, Partner, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks, P.C.

George Lopez, Comedian/Actor

Amy Lord, CEO, Eris Talent Agency

Dean Lorey, Showrunner

Bryan Lourd, CEO, CAA

Richard Lovett, Co-Chairman, CAA

Doug Lucterhand, Agent

Kris Lythgoe, TV Producer

Nigel Lythgoe, President, Nigel Lythgoe Productions

Meghan Mackenzie, Agent, WME

Ben Maddahi, SVP A&R, Columbia Records + President, Unrestricted Publishing & Mgmt

Allysa Mahler, Partner, WME

Melissa Malkin, Literary Manager, BEP

Howie Mandel, Comedian

Jamie Mandelbaum, Co-President, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Chris Mann, Singer/Actor

Gabriel Mann, Composer/Producer

Daniel March, Managing Partner, Dynamic Television

Vanessa Marcil, Actress

Deborah Marcus, Executive, CAA

Ashlee Margolis, Founder, The A List

Susan Markheim, Full Stop Mgt., The Azoff Company

Rob Markus, Talent Agent, WME

Orly Marley, President, Tuff Gong Worldwide

Ziggy Marley, Musician

Rebecca Marlis, VP, Publicity, Interscope Records

Ori Marmur, VP, Original Studio Film, Netflix

Chris Marrs, Writer / Producer

Sarah Martin, Senior Legal Counsel EMEA, WME

John Mass, President, Content Partners, LLC

Nancy Matalon, VP of A&R, Spirit Music Group

Andrew Mathes, Partner, WME

Austin Matloff, Coordinator, Broadway Video

Arielle Matza, Associate Attorney, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks, P.C.

Haim Mazar, President, Haim Mazar Music, LLC

David Mazouz, Actor

Rebecca Mazouz, Assistant, Plan C Productions

Michel J. Mazouz MD, Physician

Paul McCrane, Actor

Judith McCreary, Executive Producer, Griot, Inc

Allison McGregor, Agent, CAA

Deborah McIntosh, Agent, WME

Michael McKean, Actor

AJ McLean, Music Artist, Backstreet Boys

David McMillan, TV writer/producer

Barry McPherson, Partner/Executive VP of Talent, IAG

Brian Medavoy, Partner, More Medavoy Management

William Mercer, Partner, Thruline Entertainment

Debra Messing, Actor

Tom Miceli, Agent, WME

Adam Milch, Writer/Producer

Daniel Miller, President, Ironbound Films, Inc.

Rina Mimoun, Warner Brothers

Arika Mittman, Showrunner/Executive Producer

Mike Mizanin, WWE Personality

Alfred Molina, Actor

Jordana Mollick, President and Co-Founder, Semi-Formal Productions

Carolyn Moneta, Partner, WME

Tony Morales, Composer

Erwin More, Founding Partner, More/Medavoy Management

Jessica Morgulis, Talent Manager, Authentic

Marcy Morris, Attorney, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Rob Morrow, Actor

Meg Mortimer, Partner and Manager, Authentic Talent and Literary Management

Michele Mulrooney, Partner, Willkie Farr & Gallagher LLP

Ryan Murphy, Writer/Director/Producer

Talia Myers, Agent, UTA

DJ Nash, Creator/Executive Producer, A Million Little Things

Chen Neeman, Songwriter, Chen Neeman Music

Brie Neimand, SVP Current, Cable and Streaming, CBS Studios

Noah Nelson, Writer, Gumballs and Stickers

Paul Nelson, Manager, Mosaic

Lauren Neustadter, President, Film & TV, Hello Sunshine

Eric Newman, Film and TV Producer

Robert Newman, Agent, WME

Alan Nierob, Chairman, Entertainment, RCPMK

Amaury Nolasco, Actor

Sharona Nomder, Morse Artists

Howard Nuchow, Co-Head, CAA Sports

Lisa Nupoff, Manager, IMIN Music

Annette O’Toole, Actress,

Mike O’Malley, Actor/Writer

Tracy-Ann Oberman, Actress

Julie Oh, Film Producer, OhCo

Michael Ohoven, Producer, CEO, Infinity Media

Peter Oillataguerre, Head of Production

Jim Osborne, CEO, Independent Artist Group

Sharon Osbourne

Claudia Oshry, Comedian and Podcast Host

Scott Packman, Founder and Managing Member, SSP Partners LLC

Jaime Paglia, Writer/Producer/Director, Two Joes Entertainment

Richard Palmese, President, Palmese Entertsinment

Lucienne Papon, EVP, Creative Affairs, ITV Studios

Renee Pappas, Consultant, Heritage Auctions

Joshua Pasch, Manager, Authentic Talent & Literary Management

Jared Paul, Founder, Faculty

Josh Peck, Actor

Shauna Perlman, Talent Agent, CAA

Numa Perrier, Filmmaker

Sara Pervil, Business Affairs Executive, CAA

Jack Peterson, Assistant, 3 Arts Entertainment

Andrea Pett, Talent Manager, BEP

Mekhi Phifer, Actor

Brian Pianko, Head Of Creative Advertising, Paramount Pictures

Chris Pine, Actor

Naomi Pitt, Front Office Coordinator

Jeremy Piven, Comedian/Actor

Jonah Platt, Actor/Jewish Advocate

Wendy Plaut, SVP, Paramount

Eric Podwall, President, Podwall Entertainment

Margrit Polak, President, Anne Frank LA/President Margrit Polak Management

Daria Polatin, Showrunner/Executive Producer, 1001 Pictures

Alissa Pollack, EVP, Global Music Marketing, iHeartMedia

Billy Porter, Artist, INCOGNEGRO

Cami Potter, TV Talent, CAA

Dani Potter, TV Scripted Partner, WME

Ava Poulson, London Mailroom, WME

Monique Powell, Sole Owner, Lead Entertainer, Save Ferris

Mike Praw, Entertainment Executive

Dawn Prestwich, Writer/Showrunner

Rhonda Price, Manager Partner, The Gersh Agency

Bryan Rabin, President/Founder, Bryan Rabin Inc

Sylvie Rabineau, Co-Head, Book to Film/TV, WME

Gideon Raff, Writer Director

Jazmin Rangel, Director of VO, Eris Talent Agency

Ross Raphael, Partner, WME

Ellen Rapoport, Writer/Producer/Director

Ron Rappaport, Writer/Executive Producer, That’s A Rapp Productions

Ron Rauch, VFX Editor, HBO Max

Adam Reed, Actor

Dani Reis, Manager, Friends at Work Nashville

Remedy, Artist

David Renzer, Chairman & Co-Founder of CCFP & Former Chairman/CEO, Universal Music Publishing

Peter Riegert, Actor

Seth Robbins, Actor

Sebastian Roché, Actor

Hanna Rochelle, Founder, Purple Productions LLC

Rich Rogers

Samantha Ronson, DJ/Songwriter

Dan Rosen, President, Warner Music Australasia

Rick Rosen, Co-Founder, Endeavor

Michael Rosenbaum, Actor

Erez Rosenberg, Partner, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Julie Rosenberg, Account Manager, Vevo

Melissa Rosenfield, Founder, IFP Communications

Shep Rosenman, Lawyer, RLG LLP

Philip Rosenthal, Writer/Producer

Shani Rosenzweig, Partner & Talent Agent, UTA

Claudia Rosha, Marketing Manager, Atlantic Records

Jeffrey Ross, Comedian/Actor

Sydney Ross, Script Coordinator, Hulu

Michael Rotenberg, Partner, 3 Arts Entertainment

Eli Roth, Director

Harrison Rothman, Manager, Elevate Entertainment

Robert Rothman, Managing Partner, Rothman Brecher Ehrich Livingston

Kate Rothschild, Artist Manager, Roc Nation

Amanda Rovitz, Manager, 1916 Management

Autumn Rowe, Singer/Songwriter

Mike Royce, TV Writer/Producer, Snowpants Productions

Olivia Rudensky, CEO, fanmade

Josh Rudnick, Talent Manager/Producer, Mosaic

Danny Rukasin, Co-Founder/Manager, Best Friends Music

Stacy Rukeyser, TV Writer and Showrunner

Olesya Rulina, Actor, Rain Management

Jason Ryterband, Music Editor, Ryterband Music

Haim Saban, Chairman and CEO, Saban Capital Group

Eric Sacks, Partner, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks

Kirk Saduski, Producer

Carin Sage, EVP Feature Film, Skydance

Rebecca Sahim, Head of Publishing, Salxco

Rochel Saks, Manager, SAKS&

Ira Sallen, Executive Advisor

Doron Salomon, Head of Football Operations, CAA Base

Peter Sample, Partner, Jackoway Austen

Nancy Sanders, Partner, Thruline Entertainment

Scott Sanders, Producer, SGS Pictures

Ashlie Sapiro, Director of Drama Development, HBOMax

Mark Satlof, Sr Vice President, Shore Fire Media

Jacqueline Saturn, President, Virgin Music

Ben Savage, Actor

Fred Savage, Director

Malina Saval, Editor-in-Chief, Pasadena Magazine/Contributing Editor, Variety

Murray Sawchuk, Itz Gone Productions

Jeff Schaffer, Writer/Director/EP

Leslie Schapira, Writer/Producer

Brad Schenck, Agent, CAA

Thomas Scherer, President, BMG

Elyse Scherz, Agent/Partner

Ayelet Schiffman, SVP Head of Promotions, Island Records

Hayden Schlossberg, Filmmaker/Showrunner

Steve Schnur, Worldwide Executive & Music President, Electronic Arts

Liev Schreiber, Actor

Amy Schumer, Comedian/Actress

Jordan Schur, CEO and Chairman, Mimran Schur Pictures and Suretone Entertainment

Joseph Schwartz, Agent, UTA

Robert Schwartz, Attorney, Quinn Emanuel

Sam Schwartz, Co-Principal, Gorfaine/Schwartz Agency

Sherrie Schwartz, CHRO, CAA

Susan Schwarz, Partner, SDB Partners

Sarah Scott, Managing Partner, LaPolt Law

Scott Seidel, Talent Agent, Endeavor

Jerry Seinfeld, Actor/Comedian

Barrett Sellers, Agent, WME

Camila Seta, Executive, Brand Consulting

Stefi Shabashev, Songwriter

Jason Shapiro, Creative Director, Collab

Peter Shapiro, Founder, Dayglo Presents

Rebecca Shapiro, Senior VP, Shore Fire Media

Keto Shimizu, Writer/Producer

Rona Lee Shimon, Actor

Larry Shire, Partner, Grubman Shire Meiselas & Sacks, P.C.

Kevin Shivers, Agent, WME

Iliza Shlesinger, Comedian

David Shore, Writer /Executive Producer, Sony/The Good Doctor

Noah “Westside Gravy” Shufutinsky, Artist

Ally Shuster, Agent, CAA

Alan Siegel, President, Alan Siegel Entertainment & G-BASE

Mark Siegel, Agent, CAA

Chris Silbermann, Agent, CAA

Jeremy Silver, Producer/Songwriter

Ben Silverman, Chairman and Co-CEO, Propagate Content

Laura Silverman, Actress

Craig Silverstein, Writer/Producer

Gail Simmons, President/Host/Producer, GMS Media Inc

Drew Simon, President, Infrared Pictures

Ralph Simon, Chairman & CEO, Mobilium Global Limited

Tamar Simon, Owner, Mean Streets Management

Marty Singer, Attorney, Lavely and Singer

Robert Singer, Writer/Producer, Dec.3rd Productions

Bedi Singh, Board Director

Dilprit Singh, Accounting Manager, Mosaic

Brad Slater, Partner, Agent, WME

Gregory Slewett, Partner, Johnson Shapiro Slewtt Kole

Robert Smigel, Writer/EP

Michael Jonathan Smith, Showrunner, Sony Pictures Television

Dee Snider, Music Artist, Twisted Sister

Nicole Snyder, Writer & Producer

Aliza Sokolow, Author

Jeff Sosnow, EVP A&R, Warner Bros. Records

John David Souther, Songwriter/Musician/Artist

Fred Specktor, Agent, CAA

Dana Spector, Agent, CAA

Donna Spievak, VP of Strategic Marketing, Interscope Records

Sheldon Sroloff, CAA

Michelle Stafford, Actress

Ira Stahlberger, Partner, WME

Halle Stanford, President of Television, The Jim Henson Company

Daniel Stanton, President, Coallier Entertainment

Noelle Stehman, Showrunner

Hank Steinberg, President, Channel Road Productions

KJ Steinberg, Writer/Producer

Bradie Steinlauf, Talent Agent, CAA

Jonathan Steinsapir, Partner, Kinsella Holley Iser Kump Steinsapir

Sandra Stern, Vice Chairman, Television Group, Lionsgate

Gary Stiffelman, Founder, GSS Law

Willie “Prophet” Stiggers, Co-Founder/Chair, Black Music Action Coalition

Brittany Stone, CEO, Stone Talent Agency

Wendy Straker Hauser, Showrunner and Executive Producer

Rachel Strassberger, Manager, Grassroots Music

Noa Sturgeon, Agent Assistant, WME

Geoff Suddleson, Partner, UTA

Margaux Susi, Director/Actor

Assaf Swissa, Co-Founder, Coast Productions

Aaron Symonds, Film Composer

Fernando Szew, CEO, MarVista Entertainment and Fox Entertainment Global

Traci Szymanski, President, Co-Star Entertainment

Nina Tassler, President, Tassler, Inc.

Adam Taylor, President, APM Music

Irit TenHengel, Producer, Yodan LTD.

Scott Tenley, CEO, MRC

Mitch Tenzer, Partner, Ziffren Brittenham LLP

Dannielle Thomas, Vice President, Untitled Entertainment

Jessica Thomas, Talent Agent, WM Agency

Michael Thorn, President, Scripted Programming, Fox Entertainment

Bella Thorne, Actress

Noa Tishby, Author, Producer, former Special Envoy for Combatting Antisemitism

Niv Toar

Fred Toczek, Partner, Felker Toczek Suddleson Abramson McGinnis Ryan LLP

Bianca Tomash, Strategic Advisor, BJEA

Shaun Toub, Actor

Sam Trammell, Actor

Stacy Traub, Writer/Producer

Jonathan Tropper, Showrunner, N/A

Eric Tuchman, Writer, Producer + President, Goldensoul Inc.

Montana Tucker, Music Artist

Brad Turell, Chief Marketing and Communications Officer, Independent Artist Group

Dor Turgeman, Football player, Maccabi tel aviv

Oded Turgeman, President, The Operating Room

Ronli Tzour, VP, Marketing & Artist Management, FAE GRP

Jonny Umansky, Writer / Producer

Eleanor Vainshtok, Sr Director, Music

Berni Vann, Agent

Marsha Vlasic, Vice-Chairman, IAG Music, Independent Artist Group

Alex Voihanski, President, Paramount Business Group

Debbie Von Arx, Attorney, Jackoway Austen Tyerman Wertheimer Mandelbaum Morris Bernstein Trattner & Klein

Jeremy Vuernick, President of A&R, Capitol Music Group

Darah Wagner Boaz, Producer

Matt Walden, Producer, Walden Entertainment

Cymbre Walk Sklar, VP, Casting, Feature Animation at Netflix

Don Walker, President, Harry Walker Agency LLC

Diane Warren, Songwriter, Producer

Joshua Washington, Artist/Producer

Nina Wass, Producer

Michael H. Weber, Screenwriter

Steven Weber, Actor

Jon Weinbach, President, Skydance Sports

Alex Weingarten, Managing Partner, Los Angeles, Willkie Farr & Gallagher LLP

Nola Weinstein, Entertainment Executive

Marc Weinstock, President of Worldwide Distribution and Marketing, Paramount Pictures

Allison Weintraub, Writer

Andrea Weintraub, Agent, CAA

Evan Weiss, Co-Founder and CEO, Streaming Ink Media

Greg Weiss, Manager/Producer, Wonder Street

Matthew Weiss, Assistant

Gina Welch, Writer and Producer

Titus Welliver, Actor

Ilana Wernick, Writer/Producer

Alan Wertheimer, Attorney

Jonathan West, Attorney

Ron West, Partner, Thruline Entertainment

Lee White, Agent, WME

Modi Wiczyk, Co-Founder, Co-Chairman, MRC

Joanne Wiles, Partner/Producer, Black Bear Pictures

Deborah Williams, Associate Director, Freelance

Sabrina Wind, Executive Producer, WPM

Evan Winiker, Managing Partner, Range Media

Yale Wolman, Agent, CAA

Don Wongprapan, Partner, Authentic Talent & Literary Management

Anne Woodward, Partner/Manager, Authentic Talent + Literary

Adrian Woolfe, CEO, Studio 1

Melissa Worth, Wonder, Artistic License

Alexandra Wright, Actor

Michael Yanover, Head of Business Development, CAA

Sharon Tal Yguado, Founder & CEO, Astrid Entertainment

Kevin Yorn, Founder & Managing Partner, Yorn Levine Entertainment Law Firm

Rick Yorn, Co-Founder, LBI Entertainment

Mark Young, CEO, The Orion Stars Group

Jonathan Yunger, Film/TV Producer

Stefanie Yunger, Actor/Comedian/Writer

Chris Zaccaria, Sr. Director, Sales Analytics

Laurie Zaks, Executive Producer, Rosewood Television

Alex Zamm, Director/Screenwriter, Zammgate Ent.

Derek Zasky, Department Head/Agent, WME

David Zedeck, Global Co-Head of Music, UTA

Jennifer Zeller, VP, Promotion, Interscope Records

Ian Ziering, Actor

Josh Zilberberg, Influencer

Melissa Zukerman, Managing Partner, Principal Communications Group

Jessica Zysberg, Manager, Marketing Solutions, Vevo

Music Artists Coalition (MAC)

Black Music Action Coalition (BMAC)

Songwriters of N America (SONA)

Additional Signers:

Mark Schiff, Comedian

Adam Biren, TV Agent, CAA

Paul Craig, Founder, Nostromo

Vanessa Livingston, Agent, RBEL Agency

Tom Rothman, Chairman & CEO, Sony Pictures Entertainment

Greg Grunberg, Actor

Guy Nattiv, Filmmaker

Bruce Resnikov, President and CEO, Universal Music Enterprises

John Fogerty, Musician

Julie Fogerty

Asher Angel, Actor

Gary Goetzman, Producer

Cedric Kyles, Actor/Producer

Samantha Levenshus, Writer/Producer

Richard Trank, Documentary Filmmaker, Moriah Films

Jeremy Norkin, President, Exile Music

Carly Rosenberg, Business Affairs Executive, CAA

Oded Raz, Director/Filmmaker, Raz Production

#palestine #palestinian genocide #gaza #apartheid #propaganda #celebs

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xoxokiaraaxoxo · 1 year

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I posted 26 times in 2022

That's 13 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (23%)

20 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@earthtoharlow

@goldensonlyangel

@l0caltiredgirl

@multistann

@reidselle

I tagged 6 of my posts in 2022

#fezco x reader - 3 posts

#dominic fike x reader - 3 posts

#tom holland x reader - 3 posts

#euphoria - 2 posts

#peter parker x reader - 2 posts

#euphoria imagine - 2 posts

#brad simpson x reader - 2 posts

#nate jacobs x reader - 2 posts

#angus cloud x reader - 2 posts

#vinnie hacker x reader - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 33 characters

#tom holland peter parker x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

MASTERLIST

Fezco:

-Butterflies

Dominic Fike:

- Headcanon: Dating Dominic

Tom Holland:

- Love Songs (Peter Parker)

Brad Simpson:

-coming soon

Zabdiel De Jesus:

-coming soon

Nate Jacobs:

-coming soon

Calum Hood:

-coming soon

Vinnie Hacker:

-coming soon

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REQUESTS

Hey loves! I wanted to start a blog cause I enjoy reading the works of others. I wanna take requests from those who would like to submit any. The people I will write for are listed below, if there is someone different you would like me to write for, put it in the request! I don't have many rules, but if I don't feel comfortable with a request I will not write it. Please give me some time if you do request something I will definitely try to get it done asap. I don't mind writing smut but I am definitely not the best at it. If you have any requests you can submit them in the request link on my account! Thank you so much!

Rules:

-Please be respectful

-Specify the gender pronouns, I will assume female pronouns

-Please be specific in the details of your request

-Please be specific in character preferences

I will write:

-Scenarios

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Content

I will not write:

-Anything that I am not comfortable with writing

-Anything that may offend someone's sexuality, gender, identity, or ethnicity

-Dylan O'Brien (Stiles Stilinksi, Mitch Rapp, Thomas)

-Sebastian Stan (Bucky Barnes)

-5 Seconds of Summer

-Calum Hood

-Luke Hemmings

-Ashton Irwin

-Michael Clifford

-Jack Harlow

-Kian Lawley

-JC Caylen

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Love Songs

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and get seated together on the plane for the trip to Europe. Thanks to turbulence you and Peter have a moment.

Requested by @gpiggy98

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I paired this imagine with Love Songs by Maggie Lindemann, listen to it while reading it! Enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom's) x You

Word Count: 870 words

Warnings: Fluff

https://youtu.be/C84k1OgZre4

You and Peter have been best friends since you moved into the apartment next door to him. You two were always together, most people assumed the two of you were dating. But that wasn't the case you were just friends. Every time someone would ask if you were a couple Peter was always quick to tell them you were just friends. It was freshman year that you felt different when he would call you his best friend. Then it hit you realized you had a crush on Peter. You knew you needed to keep it a secret.

You were getting ready to go to the airport for the Europe trip. A knock on the door lets you know that Peter is ready to go. You go to let him in and you see the way he looks at you with his cute smile

"Hey Pete"

"Hey, you ready yet? I called for the taxi it should be here in like five minutes"

"Yea, give me a second to grab my stuff," you tell him walking towards your room to grab your bag

"Let me help you," he says when you walk back out pulling your suitcase.

"I got it," you tell him.

"No, let me be a gentleman and help you," he smiles.

You grin at his antics and let him get the suitcase. He grabs your suitcase along with his and you two go to the elevator to the lobby of your building to get into your taxi. He puts your bags in the trunk and you get in the taxi.

"Are you excited?" he asks you

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. I've never been on a plane before" you tell him honestly.

"You'll be okay, hopefully, we get paired up to sit together," he says with the smile that gives you butterflies

When the two of you get to the airport you check in your bags, go through security and meet up with the rest of the people going on the trip. You and Peter check in with the teachers and let them know you guys are there. Peter goes to say hi to Ned, while you find a spot to sit. The teacher then calls for everyone to come over, that they have announcements to make on how things will work when we reach Prague. You pretty much zone out for most of the speech due to mostly everyone talking over them. You pay attention when they say something regarding seating on the plane

"You can sit with who you want, you all need to pair up, you are all old enough to make smart decisions on where you sit, please make good choices"

You feel eyes on you, you instantly look up to find Peter looking at you smiling. When the teacher finishes their speech, Peter walks over to you.

“You ready to go,” he asks you

“Yup”

The two of you follow the rest of the group into the line to check-in. You scan your ticket and walk on the plane with Peter. The two of you find your seats, put your bags up and sit for the flight. You take the window seat and Peter sits in the middle. You start feeling a bit nervous when the plane gets going. Peter taps your leg you look at him passing you an earbud. You put it on hearing one of your favorite songs playing

"I'll take away the hurt"

"Tell me all your fears"

"And if you're feelin' scared, I'll be here"

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218 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

Dating Dominic Headcanon

Pairing: Dominic Fike x You

Request by @gaiath: Hi can I please request dating Headcanons for Dominic Fike?

A/N: Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy!

-Dominic always come to you for your opinion on his outfits

-He always tries to take you with him wherever he goes

-He's always there for you no matter what

-He calls you babydoll

-He loves seeing you get along with his family especially his mom and his little sister

-The two of you take his sister out whenever you go to Florida

-He takes you to Naples to show you where he grew up

-He loves to go on trips with you

-He loves going on adventures with you

-You always go to the studio to watch him record

-You help him with writing songs

-He takes you with him on set for Euphoria

-He loves to spoil you

-You to go to all of his shows

-He's always holding your hand

-He loves to cuddle with you

-He loves to just be in your presence

344 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Butterflies

Summary: You and Fezco never really hung out or got to know each other. But when you two end up sharing a blunt alone, things get a little heated.

Pairing: Fezco x You

Warnings: Smoking, Mentioning of drugs, Language

Word Count: 1,054 words

You and Rue have been friends for years, when you found out she ended up in rehab you honestly were terrified. You always told her that she needed to stop, you never did anything stronger than smoke weed.

Rue just texted you that she was on her way to your house to hang out. Knowing Rue that meant she wanted to go get some stuff from Fez. That's all the two of you did together anymore since she got outta rehab and she became friends with Jules.

You hear a knock coming from the window, you look over to see Rue standing there.

"Hey bitch" you say letting her in.

"Wassup, you ready?" she asks.

"Yea, where we goin'?" you ask her already having an idea.

"To Fez's to chill," she says.

You two walk outside and start your walk to the gas station, it's about a twenty-minute walk from where you live.

"Where you been lately?" you ask Rue

"Around, with Jules mostly," she tells you

"What's up with you two? You dating" you ask

"Kinda, not really. All I know is, I like her a lot" she says

You smile, you've never seen her like this. You two finally make it to Fez's. Rue starts knocking on the door mad hard. Ash opens the door looking mad asf

"Why the fuck you knockin' like the cops' bro?" he asks

"Cause I can," Rue says walking in the house

"Hey Ash," you say walking in after Rue

"Come right in then," Ash says closing the door behind us

Rue and I walk into the house and into the living room. Fez is sitting on the couch on his phone. He looks up to see who walked in

"Rue I told you I'm not giving you any more drugs," he tells her

"C'mon Fez, I just need a couple," Rue says

"No Rue, you just got outta rehab and shit. You needa stop messin' with this shit" he tells her

Her phone starts ringing, she answers it and talks for a minute. She hangs up the phone

"I gotta go," she says getting up and leaving without a word. Once the door slams shut. Fezco looks at me and asks

"What'd you need?"

"Just give me my regular," you say now wanting to get outta his house.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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softly-writes · 7 months

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I miss you and my gay ships xD

I'm here. I'm alive. I see the notifications in my emails. I'm just... feeling alienated and having these 'out of body' experiences with fandoms so I don't really go on Tumblr much. It's weird. I don't know. But I'm feeling the GK itch. November is coming around. Which is my GK comfort month so... I'm hoping it'll kickstart some writing if life doesn't get too hectic.

#nate x brad #bradnate #generation kill #hbo war ho before bros #I exist only to witness Nate's smile in gifs on repeat

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hitman-two · 1 year

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Ficklist (Masterlist)

[Radio static] All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman Two Actual, be advised that our ROE remains in place as we roll through Tumblr Territory.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: ▸ Grace x Doc Bryan ▸ Humvee Roadtrip with Brad and Ray ▸ Nothing Homoerotic, Sir...

𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ▸ Amazing Grace (Ongoing series) ▸ Bouquet of Flowers 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐱 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 ▸ Of Thunder and Fireworks (AO3) | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐤: ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭: ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ Smut Request (Scheduled to write) 𝐃𝐨𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧 ▸ Gunny x Nate's Sister HC (Scheduled to write) 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫 ▸ 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ▸ Smutty HCs ▸ One-Shot Requested (Scheduled to write, changes might occur)

#Please feel free to let me know if you'd like to be tagged #I have my own Generation Kill world going on #Don't judge me - these boys are my comfort - my everything #Yes I fully punned out Fick's name #Generation Kill x Reader #Nate Fick x Reader #Brad colbert x Reader #Nate Fick x Brad colbert #Ray Person x Reader #Ray Person Generation Kill #Doc Bryan Generation Kill #Doc Bryan x Grace Generation kill #Generation Kill Family #Godfather would be ashamed that I chose to write Fanfic instead of sieze an airfield #Whoops #When Godfather requests we stop writing fanfic of his boys - we will switch the comms off

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accol-fics · 6 months

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hey there! it's your secret santa, hoping everything's good with you! i was wondering, you mentioned you like snowy winter palettes and the bisexual flag color palette (beautiful choices btw, my hat off to a Person With Taste), but do you have any favorite gk scenes, lyrics/quotes you think would fit certain characters/pairings/scenes, or in general, any graphic/gif effects you like? i'm really excited to create something for you :D

Ooooooooh, I'm so excite!!

Ok, so my otp is Brad x Nate. If I have to pick scenes with either or both of them in it, it has to be the after dark talk they have, both leaned against the Humvee; there's men in the trees scene in Muwafiqiyah; any time they're looking at a map. Basically anything at night apparently? 😆 Songs for them? My two faves for them are "Heartbeats" since Stark covered it; and "Need You Now" by Cut Copy. Those are both a bit older, so I'm cool to have you suggest some newer tunes too.

Other absolute favorite characters are Doc and Patterson. If you're up for making a crackship gift of that pairing, I'd fully kiss you on your Tumblr mouth about it. Of course, they basically are never on screen together so that'd be trickier! Song for them? Maybe NIN "Closer" because those two would have an (ahem) athletic sex life.

For a solo Nate set, any quotes from OBA or Walt Whitman could be super rad. He and Prince Henry from RWRB give out the same vibes in some ways, so music from that movie such as "Fruit" by Oliver Sim could make for a fun, slightly angsty(?) match.

I feel like I'm spewing out random and incoherent thoughts. So I may reply again to this post with more thoughts!

Thanks in advance 💙

#hbowarsanta23

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Writing Goals 2023

No specific word count goal. The goal here is to finish at least one (perhaps two) of my longer wips and then clean up a bunch of other wips to clear the slate for new works. Let’s go with finishing 8 fics this year from this list. This is me putting out goalposts for myself (that hopefully I won’t have to move closer). Please note that word totals are for current chapters only and don’t reflect how much I have written past them. I often am nonlinear in how I write then have to fill-in between scenes.

Year-to-date posted word count: 445,976 words (updated 01.01.2024)

Finished fics:

Fragments and Fractals, 911 one-shot, 6b speculation/coda to lightning strike, first time/get together Buddie with a side of canon whump, written in one go. (1,518 words) Published 04.03.2023.

Promise Me You Won’t Let Me, Wheel of Time Cauthor reworking of Season 1. (35,895 words). Complete as of 22.03.2023.

Sleepless in LA, 911 holiday fic, Alternative Universe/Alternative first meetings. Complete as of 28.04.2023

Suspicions, a Teen Wolf Firefighter!Derek AU story, Sheriff Stilinski POV. Complete as of 20.05.2023

What are the Odds? 911 Buddie ABO kink fic that the muse went rabid on. Complete as of 18.09.2023

Bound by Blood, MReyder Spookyseason creature fic. Vampire/werewolf porn with plot. Complete as of 22.10.2023

Bradley the Damned. Generation Kill AU. Brad/Nate, Ray/Walt. Complete as of 31.10.2023

January writing goals: priority works:

Total words published this month: 13,939

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana: Chapter 9 SNAFU (911, H50, NavySeal!Buck, SWAT) (9,904 words)—posted 22.01.2023

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal, chapter VII, Reyes POV—94 words (MReyder)

Promise Me You Won’t Let Me, chapter IX Mat—2,041 words (Wheel of Time, Cauthor)—posted 26.01.2023

Mana’olana, Chapter 4, Steve POV—1,994 words (H50 McDanno, season 5 finale fix-it)—posted 26.01.2023

February writing goals: priority works:

Total words published this month: 28,831

Sleepless in LA (911) Valentine’s Day Fic 2023

Chapter 2 (4,782 words)—posted 6.02.2023

Chapter 3 (5,619 words)—posted 8.02.2023

Chapter 4 (3,131 words)—posted 11.02.2023

Chapter 5 (5,027 words)—posted 22.02.2023

Chapter 6 (5,522 words)—posted 23.02.2023

Chapter 7 (4,750 words)—posted 25.02.2023

March writing goals: priority works

Total words published this month: 32,314

Sleepless in LA (911 Valentine’s Day fic 2023–oh the shame….)

Chapter 8 (4,923 words) posted 07.03.2023

Chapter 9 (6,986 words) posted 30.03.2023

Promise Me You Won’t Let Me,

Chapter X (3,071 words) posted 18.03.2023

Chapter XI (4,246 words) posted 21.03.2023

Chapter XII (3,271 words) posted 22.03.2023

Epilogue (727 words) posted 22.03.2023 and COMPLETE

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal chapter VII, Reyes POV (2,947 words)—posted 11.03.2023

Fragments and Fractals, one-shot, Buddie, 6b speculation/coda (1518 words) posted 03.04.2023

The First Spectre, Eventual Buddie slow burn Mass Effect AU, Chapter One: A Milk Run? (4,625 words) posted 09.03.2023

April writing goals: priority works:

Total words posted this month: 33,989

Mana’olana, chapter 5 (3,550 words) —posted 29.04.2023

The First Spectre, Chapter Two: Eden Prime (1,865 words)

Sleepless in LA

Chapter 10 (4,925 words)—posted 02.04.2023

Chapter 11: (4,926 words)—posted 08.04.2023

Chapter 12: Valentine’s Day part 1 (3,343 words)—posted 16.04.2023

Chapter 13: Valentine’s Day part 2 (8,184 words)—posted 18.04.2023

Epilogue (9,061 words)—posted 28.04.2023

May writing goals:

Total words posted this month: 20,708

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 10: FUBAR

Buck (3,430 words)—complete and edited 24.05.2023 ✔️

Steve (1,189 words)

Eddie (479 words)

Danny (4,529 words)—complete and edited 30.05.2023 ✔️

Suspicions, Firefighter!Derek verse, one-shot, Sheriff Stillinski (14,764 words)—posted 20.05.2023

Bradley the Damned, Generation Kill AU, BradNate, RayWalt, WIP Big Bang fic

IV (1,365 words)

The First Spectre, Chapter Two: Eden Prime, Part 1 (5,944 words) (april hangover writing)—posted 13.05.2023

June writing goals:

Total words posted this month: 16,143 words

Bradley the Damned, WIP Big Bang fic

IV (2,704 words)—first draft done 11.06.2023 ✔️

V (5,866 words)—first draft done 12.06.2023 ✔️

VI (4,564 words)—first draft done 15.06.2023 ✔️

VII (4,887 words)—first draft done 18.06,2023✔️

VIII (2,485 words)—first draft done 18.06.2023✔️

IX (3,522 words)—first draft done 24.06.2023✔️

X (2,914 words)—first draft done 25.06.2023✔️

XI (2,463 words)—first draft done 29.06.2023✔️

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, chapter 10: FUBAR (hangover may chapter) (12,515 words)—posted 01.06.2023

Afterthoughts, a 911 rewatch collection of codas

1.01 (1,050 words)—posted 26.06.2023

1.02 Buck (1,127 words)—posted 29.06.2023

1.02 Athena (1,451 words)—posted 29.06.2023

July writing goals:

Total words posted this month: 41,633 words

Scintillation, July Rough Trade project—goal 25,000 words written in July. Sentinel/Guide, MCU. Tony Stark/James “Bucky” Barnes, Erik Killmonger/T’Challa, Tony Stark & Yinsen Ho, one-sided Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes. Not Steve Rogers friendly at first. Current WC: 24,953/25,000–SO CLOSE!!

Bradley the Damned, WIP Big Bang fic

XII (5,118 words)—first rough draft done 01.07.2023✔️

An Andromeda Tale: Arrival in Andromeda (Book 1) (rewrite)

Prologue (4,129 words)—posted 07.07.2023

Chapter 1 (12,149 words)—posted 15.07.2023

Chapter 2 (6,563 words)—posted 23.07.2023

Chapter 3 (8,844 words)—posted 30.07.2023

Afterthoughts, a 911 rewatch collection of codas

1.03 Bobby (983 words) posted 03.07.2023

1.04 Hen (1,877 words) posted 7.07.2023

1.05 Karen (1,383 words) posted 08.07.2023

1.06 Bobby (981 words) posted 13.07.2023

1.07 Hen (433 words) posted 14.07.2023

1.08 Karen (1,010 words) posted 14.07.2023

1.09 Buck (595 words) posted 16.07.2023

1.10 Buck (795 words) posted 23.07.2023

2.01 Buck(881 words) posted 23.07.2023

2.02 Eddie (1,010 words) posted 23.07.2023

August

Words posted this month: 62,996

An Andromeda Tale: Arrival in Andromeda (Book 1) (rewrite)

Chapter 4 (10,905 words) posted 08.08.2023

Chapter 5 (10,251 words) posted 12.08.2023

Chapter 6 (10,572 words) posted 19.08.2023

Chapter 7 (9,739 words) posted 27.08.2023

Bradley the Damned

Chapter IV (2,700 words) posted 08.08.2023

Chapter V (3,522 words) posted 14.08.2023

Chapter VI (5,866 words) posted 22.08.2023

Chapter VII (4,905 words) posted 29.08.2023

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana Chapter 11

Buck (4,250 words) ✔️ rough draft done 08.09.2023

Eddie (2,457 words)✔️rough draft done 24.08.2023

Steve (3,465 words) ✔️ rough draft done 06.09.2023

Danny (2,511 words)

Afterthoughts, a 911 rewatch collection of codas

2.03 Karen (645 words) posted 02.08.2023

What are the Odds?

Chapter 1 (1,655 words) posted 21.08.2023

Chapter 2 (2236 words) posted 28.08.2023

September

Words posted this month: 77,257

An Andromeda Tale: Arrival in Andromeda (Book ) (rewrite)

Chapter 8 (9,115 words) posted 04.09.2023

Chapter 9 (8,277 words) posted 10.09.2023

Chapter 10 (10,283 words) posted 27.09.2023

Chapter 11 (10,556 words) posted 30.09.2023

Bradley the Damned

Chapter VIII (4,887 words) posted 05.09.2023

Chapter IX (2,485 words) posted 12.09.2023

Chapter X (2,914 words) posted 18.09.2023

Chapter XI (2,463 words) posted 26.09.2023

Alley with a View (Buddie Spooky season 2023 fic)

Chapter 1 (3,174 words) posted 19.09.2023

What are the Odds?

Chapter 3 (2285 words)

Chapter 4 (1897 words) posted 13.09.2023

Chapter 5 (3296 words) posted 17.09.2023–complete

Afterthoughts,a 911 rewatch collection of codas

2.04 Eddie (1,286 words) posted 05.09.2023

2.05 Athena (1,042 words) posted 06.09.2023

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana: Chapter 11: Proof of life (13,297 words) posted 08.09.2023

October

**update 20/10/2023–cutting expectations for the month due to job search/negotiations creating a black hole of a time suck

Words posted this month: 36,311

Bound by Blood (3,678 words) posted 22.10.2023–COMPLETE

Bradley the Damned

Chapter XII (5,118 words) posted 02.10.2023

Chapter XIII (3.687 words) posted 15.10.2023

Chapter XIV (3,338 words) posted 20.10.2023

Chapter XV (4,877 words) posted 23.10.2023

Chapter XVI/epilogue (2,390 words) posted 31.10.2023

Arrival in Andromeda

Chapter 12 (8,762 words) posted 01.10.2023

Scintillation—chapter 1 (4,461 words) posted 01.10.2023

November

Words posted this month: 6,720

Choices and Regrets, NaNoWriMo/November Rough Trade. Goal 50k words. 911/Dark Matter (book) fusion/crossover. Buddie.

Current WC: 50,293/50,000

Chapter 1 (6,658 words) posted 05.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 2 (6,486 words) posted 07.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 3 (5,961 words) posted 10.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 4A(6,433words) posted 13.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 4B (3,136 words) posted 15.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 5 (7,880 words) posted 21.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 6 (6,188 words) posted 27.11.2023 ☑️

Chapter 7(7,751 words) posted 30.11.2023 ☑️

Scintillation, chapter 2 (6720 words) posted 01.11.2023

December

Words posted this month: 75,135

Home Found (Big Moxie Q4 challenge—time travel), Eureka fix-it, Jack Carter/Nathan Stark

Chapter 1 (372 words) posted 01.12.2023

Chapter 2 (2,178 words) posted 15.12.2023

Chapter 3 (1,612 words) posted 16.12.2023

Chapter 4 (2,245 words) posted 17.12.2023

Chapter 5 (2,019 words)

Chapter 6 (2,890 words) posted 22.12.2023

Chapter 7 (3,304 words) posted 29.12.2023

Chapter 8

Arrival in Andromeda

Chapter 13 (11,061 words) posted 03.12.2023

Chapter 14 (11,753 words) posted 06.12.2023

Chapter 15 (13,383 words) posted 14.12.2023

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Scintillation, (4,814 words) Chapter 3 posted 01.12.2023

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, chapter 12 (9,949 words)

Steve (4,541 words)—complete 24.12.2023

Buck (2,172 words)

Danny (2,144 words)—complete 30.12.2023

Eddie (901 words)

Choices and Regrets

Chapter 1: Are You Happy With Your Life? (6,922 words) posted 15.12.2023

Chapter 2: Cognitive Dissonance (6,527 words) posted 21.12.2023

Chapter 3: Distortions in the Mirror (6,055 words) posted 28.12.2023

All Works in Progress:

Mass Effect/Mass Effect Andromeda MReyder or MShenko

An Andromeda Tale

Reinventing Scott

Bound by Blood complete 22.10.2023

What Happens in Vegas, one shot

To Follow

The Marks We Leave on One Another

Your Guide to Andromeda, one shot

If I See You in My Dreams

Recurrence

Shipwrecked

Death, Rebirth and the Jackal

911/Buddie

Sleepless in LA—complete 28.04.2023

Christmas for Cowboys (aka Christmas fic)

Alley with a View—aka Buddie Rear Window (Halloween 2023 fic)

A New Version of Foreplay

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana

The First Spectre (added March 2023)

An All Time High (added May 2023)

Choices and Regrets—November Rough Trade project (Added August 2023)

Teen Wolf/Sterek

To Catch a Fallen Star

Connie the Librarian one-shot (Firefighter Derek Verse)

Suspiscions—Sheriff Stilinski one-shot (Firefighter Derek Verse)—complete 20.05.2023

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned complete 31.10.2023

Mayans MC

The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss

Moonknight/Suits

Cousin Harvey

Hawaii 5-0

Mana’olana

Wheel of Time

Promise Me You Won’t let me—complete 22.03.2023

MCU

Scintillation—July Rough Trade. Tony/Bucky, T’Challa/Erik

Eureka

Home Found—Big Moxie Q4 project (added 20.10.2023)

Foundation

Reunion (added September 2023)

#2023 goals #writing goals #project list

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